5. Comment upon the following quotation.
"Don't knock the weather; nine-tenths of the people couldn't start a conversation if it didn't change once in a while." K.Hubbard.
6. What kinds of weather do you think caused the following to happen.
We had to sit in the shade every afternoon.
The sweat was pouring out of us.
I can hardly breathe; I wish it would rain to cool us
down.
Cars were skidding out of control.
Even the postman had to use a boat to get a round.
They had to close the airport; the snow was a metre
deep.
We were able to sit in the garden in the middle of
winter.
The earth became rock-hard and a lot of plants died.
It blew the newspapers clean out of my hands.
10. A row of big trees had been uprooted like match
sticks.
11.1 could hardly see my hand in front of my face.
7. What types of weather are good and bad for
doing these things?
Planting flowers in a garden.
Having an evening barbecue.
Going out in a small sailing boat.
A day of sightseeing in a big city.
Camping out in a tent.
Looking at ships through binoculars.
Some people say that the climate of the earth is
changing because of man's activity and pollution.
How true is this of where you live?
Make a chart to snow anyone who wants to visit your
home region what weather to expect at different
times of the year.
Write a short, science fiction story in which a
person rebels and wants to change the weather
and the length of days and nights on Earth.
Explain the meaning of the idioms in italics.
I'm feeling a bit under the weather today.
Make hay while the sun shines.
Don't worry. He'll be as right as rain in no time.
It's just a storm in a tea cup.
He really put the wind up me when he said we might
lose our jobs.
12. Read the following text. Add as much as you
know.
THE FAMOUS MONSTER OF THE LAKE
There seems to be more and more evidence that the enormous monster in Loch Ness, a solitary lake in Scotland, is more than a vision. Each year there are numerous glimpses of the monster by visitors and neighbourhood people; also recent films, not easy to ignore, are making even scientists hesitate. The story of frequent visits by a monster once seemed absurd to them but now they are not so sure.
Yet the conflict is far from over. Those who believe the monster exists are still in the minority, and they are constantly competing for more information to prove that the Loch Ness rhonster is not a fiction. Even now they are trying to get more and clearer moving pictures of what has become the famous inhabitant of the lake. Perhaps the question of whether the monster exists or not will be answered in this coming debate.
13. Robin Caruso is a television presenter. For his
latest documentary "Survival" he's spending two
weeks on a desert island with a cameraman. They
haven't got any food. They've just got these
things:
an axe/a gun/some fish-hooks/some matches/a hammer and nails/a two-way radio/a pen and paper/a magnifying glass/some books/plenty of fresh water/a knife.
Make up a story.
14. Read to obtain more information.
SAVILL GARDEN
The Garden, construction of which began in 1932, is today considered one of the finest of its type in the northern temperate region of the world. Covering some thirty-five acres of woodland it has much to offer the keen plantsman and those in search of a great display of colour with a fine range of rhododendrons, camellias, magnolias, and a great variety of other trees and shrubs all producing a wealth of colour and interest throughout the seasons, particularly in spring and summer. Suitable herbaceous plants for the moist woodland conditions also feature and here such plants as primulas, meconopsis, hos-tas, and ferns flourish. Daffodils are of great importance in spring and lilies and hydrangeas are a highlight in summer. A more formal area of the gardenia devoted to the summer scene and here we have many hundreds of modern roses, extensive herbaceous borders, a range of alpines and a new and very interesting and attractive dry garden. Autumn also provides an outstanding array of autumn foliage colour and fruit, and winter also provides much of interest and beauty. In short, a visit is rewarding at any season and should be made frequently to take advantage of the seasonal changes,
Gardens cannot stand still, and the dry garden is an example of a recent addition which provides homes fof a range of colourful plants from the drier parts of the world— the Mediterranean area, for example. Whilst all plantings are made with an eye to providing the maximum range of colour at all seasons, the need to conserve plants which are in great danger of being lost is very much in the minds of management. Many new trees, shrubs and plants are also planted in the Garden and we pride ourselves on everything being exceptionally clearly labelled.
London Zoo is one of the oldest and most famous Zoological Gardens in the world. Indeed the use of the name Zoo originated here. It was founded in 1829 to increase the knowledge of animal life, and more than 150 years later it is still making exciting new discoveries about the world around us. Today, in this age of conflict between the developing world and the survival of our natural world, the Zoo's work is more important than ever. These days our discoveries are helping to save the natural and essential balance that the animal world brings to the planet. As part of this, we are fighting to conserve animals, saving them from extinction by breeding endangered species, and wherever possible replenishing much depleted natural populations. You can find here a big variety of animals; some 8,000 in total from all over the world. The magnificence and beauty of the animals stimulate increased concern for the conservation of all wildlife among the many visitors. Although this work is deadly serious, a visit to the Zoo should be fun. That's why, for both children and adults, these' always something special to see or do at London Zoo. Every day there's a whole range of events including Pelican feeding, spider encounters, animals in action shows, rides and much much more.
16. Do you think Safari parks are better for the
animals than the Zoos? Share opinions. Use the
following text.
Woburn is a truly unforgettable wildlife experience. It's Britain's largest drive — though game reserve, containing over 300 species of magnificent wild animals, many of them endangered species breeding successfully in their own spacious natural environments.
Driving through the 350 acres of lovely parkland, you'll really feel you're on safari.
You'll see lions, tigers, rhinos, wolves, bears, and many other exotic animals at close quarters. But remember, although they may look tame they're not, so please keep car windows closed and always stay in your car.
Within the Monkey Jungle, there's a large colony of Indian rhesus monkeys sharing the 20 acre wood with American black bears. Children are always fascinated to see the baby monkeys riding on their mother's backs. Sometimes whole monkey families will hitch a short ride on visitors' cars!
Other attractions at Woburn include sea lion displays, parrot demonstrations and meeting the elephants at the elephant encounter.
And when you've finished admiring the animals, you can relax in the picnic areas, restaurant, and gift shop.
17. Answer the following questions.
What do you think of the idea that you should talk to
your plants and give them love?
In English, they say someone has "green fingers" if
plants grow well for them. Do you enjoy gardening
and looking after plants? Do you have green fingers?
When do people give each other flowers in this country?
Some people think it is wrong to keep animals in zoos.
Do you agree?
18. Read the following text. What would you do in such a situation. Then read a report.
A SHIP IS SINKING
Imagine. You live in a small fishing town. It's dark outside, and you're at home in your cottage with some friends. Inside it's nice and warm. You're sitting in a comfortable chair in front of the fire. But outside there's a terrible storm. The wind is throwing the heavy rain against the window. Not far away you can hear the angry sea.
Suddenly the telephone rings. You jump up and answer it. A few seconds later you're running out into the storm. You arrive at the lifeboat house together with the other men. Somewhere out at sea a ship is sinking. Will you be able to rescue the men on board? Or will you lose your life, too? It doesn't matter how dangerous it is. You're a lifeboat man. And the lifeboat will have to go out...
NIGHT RESCUE
At 02.39 on October 21 the coastguard at Gorleston saw two red flares out at sea. Ten minutes later the Gorleston lifeboat was on its way. There was a strong wind, and heavy rain was falling. More than an hour later the lifeboat called the coastguard over the radio:
Lifeboat: We're here where you saw the flares. But we can't see a ship.
Coastguard: It has probably moved with the wind and the current. The wind is blowing from the northwest.
Lifeboat: OK. We'll go south-east. Perhaps we'll be able to find the ship then.
The weather was getting worse all the time. But the lifeboat struggled through the heavy seas. At last the men saw a small motorboat. The boat was half full of
water and the motor wasn't working. One of the lifeboat men shouted to the two men on board;
Lifeboat man Hey! You'll have to come onto the lifeboat. Your boat is sinking!
Man on boat: We don't want to lose our boat. Won't you be able to pull us back?
Lifeboat man: I'm not sure. We can try. You'll have to catch a rope.— Here it comes!
Man on boat: Got it!
The lifeboat started to pull the motorboat back to Gorleston. But there was too much water in the boat, and it sank. The men cut the rope just before it went down, and then they jumped into the sea. It wasn't easy to find them in the mountains of black water, but at last the lifeboat men found them and pulled them onto the lifeboat. They were wet, cold, tired and very frightened. But they were safe.
19. Retell the following text
THE TITANIC DISASTER SCIENTISTS DISCOVER TITANIC AFTER 73 YEARS
A team of American and French scientists have discovered the Titanic at last! They have found the lost ship 2Vi miles deep on the floor of the Atlantic Ocean, 400 miles south of Newfoundland. There it has been lying since the night of April 14th 1912, when it hit an iceberg and sank.
At 10 pm Captain Smith stood on the bridge of the Titanic with First Officer Murdoch. "Tell everyone to watch carefully for icebergs," he said. "I'm going to sleep for an hour or two." The great ship was sailing across the Atlantic on her way from Southampton to New York. It was her very first voyage. This was her fourth day at sea; New York was only two days away now.
At 11.40 pm Murdoch was still on the bridge. There was no sign of any icebergs yet. It was a beautiful night. The air was cold, and the sea was like dark glass. Suddenly there was a shout from one of the men. "Iceberg straight ahead, sir!"
Where? Murdoch couldn't see anything. But he knew what to do immediately.
"Stop engines!" he ordered. "Full speed astern!" He still couldn't see the iceberg.
Moments later there was a strange noise below the water.
The ship rolled a little but sailed on. Soon after Captain Smith ran onto the bridge.
"What's the matter?" "We've hit an iceberg, sir!"
Now they could both see it. It was a giant iceberg. Not white at all, but dark grey in colour, almost black. Some of the passengers heard the noise, and a few of them came up on deck to see what was wrong.
"Oh, look! We've hit an iceberg."— "How interesting. I've never seen one before!"— "Can anyone get me a piece of ice for my drink?"
They were not worried. The Titanic was unsinkable, they all knew. With her 16 watertight compartments, she was the safest ship in the world. People only had to read the papers to know that. She was also the biggest, most modern passenger ship that ever sailed. Britain was proud of her. The passengers knew there could be no danger, even if an iceberg made a hole in her side. But they did not know about the SOS signals that the Titanic was sending out.
Captain Smith knew now that five of the watertight compartments had water in them. The ship could sail on safely with water in four of them. But water in five was enough to sink the ship. Smith knew that there were over 2,200 people on board— and that there were lifeboats for only half that number.
When he gave the order, "Everyone on deck with lifebelts", people still did not worry much. Even the crew did not realize yet that the ship was sinking. They got the lifeboats out and by 12.30 the first one was ready.
"Women and children first!" Murdoch and the other officers shouted.
A lot of the women were in their night clothes. Others were wearing expensive dance dresses. It was cold out on deck. They looked at the lifeboats, and the dark icy sea all around, and did not know what to think. It all seemed so silly. Everyone knew how safe the Titanic was! Mrs Caldwell, an American passenger, remembered her question to one of the crew at Southampton: "Is the Titanic really unsinkable?" And she remembered the answer: "Yes, lady. God himself could not sink this ship." So the first lifeboat left with only 20 people in it, although it was big enough to take 66.
But soon people began to realize that they were in danger. Husbands pushed their wives into the lifeboats. Some women wanted to go back on board when they saw that their husbands were not allowed to come with them. Others kicked and screamed as the crew carried them into the lifeboats. Women and children in first and second class got off the Titanic first. But the third class passengers were not allowed to come up on deck. Many of them were emigrants on their way to a new life in America. When at last they, too, were allowed to come up, most of the lifeboats were already gone.
The end came fast. Soon after 2 am the stern of the ship rose up out of the water. The music of the ship's band stopped. A moment later the players started again, but this time the music they played was a slow hymn. The music went on until 2.20, when the deck slipped away and the Titanic sank down into the dark icy waters of the Atlantic. With her went Captain Smith, First Offic-
er Murdoch, and most of the other officers and crew. Altogether 1,503 people lost their lives.
20. Retell the following text
TORNADO!
In some parts of the United States there are often tornadoes. Here Ben MacDonald talks about his first one.
Mum and Dad were nervous all afternoon. There was a tornado warning for our part of Oklahoma. They had the TV on all the time and watched all the special weather reports. I didn't worry about it too much at first. I thought it was all pretty exciting.
"There's nothing exciting about tornadoes, Ben," Dad said. "Last year one destroyed most of Morris. Houses were knocked down, cars were blown away and some people were killed." "You're right. Dad," I answered, "But I talked to Old Jeff earlier and he said that no tornado can ever hit Enid."
"Oh no! He's always wrong about the weather, isn't he?" Mum said.
"Yes, but I'm sure he's right this time," I told her.
"That would be the first time." Mum was really worried now. "If that tornado comes any nearer, we'll go to our tornado cellar."
"Great," I said.
"This is not a game, Ben." Dad stared at me.
Our tornado cellar was in the backyard. It was an underground room with a heavy trapdoor on top and some stairs leading down. Everybody in our neighbourhood had one. In ours there were two bunk-beds, a table and some chairs — but no food or anything to. drink. "I'll get some things ready to take down," Mum said.
"Too late." Dad stared at the TV for a moment. "The tornado is just north of town. We'll have to get into that
cellar now. Ben, get your radio," he called. So I did, and down we went.
When we were below with the heavy door safely shut behind us. Mum said, "OK, Ben, turn the radio. Let's see if it touches down".
"All right," I said and tried, but nothing happened. "Er — I guess" I forgot to put the batteries back in. I took them out last night and —
"Ben, you're impossible," Dad said. "You're the most forgetful person I know."
"No problem, Dad. I'll just run out and get them. They're in my room," I said and started up.
"Ben, you stay here! That storm might blow you and the house and everything away." Mum shouted and dropped something.
I stayed. Mum had dropped and broken her watch. She wasn't too happy about that. None of us were. You see, it was the only watch we had in the cellar and now we had no idea how much time was passing. So we waited and listened, but the door was thick and we couldn't hear anything.
"Shouldn't we go up?" I said at last. "I'm sure it isn't dangerous any more. We've been here for hours."
"No." Dad said. "Perhaps half an hour. That's all."
"But I'm so hungry and thirsty." I said.
"How can you worry about things like that at a time like this?" said Mum. "Our house has probably been blown away."
For a while nobody said anything. Hours seemed to pass.
"Ssh" Dad said suddenly. "I think I can hear something." He moved closer to the door and stood there for a long time.
"Do you know the story about the man who was locked in a tomb by accident and all his hair turned grey
after two minutes?" I asked. Mum made a funny sound, and Dad told me to be quiet. "If you weren't so forgetful, we wouldn't be in this mess," he said. I didn't really think that was fair but I didn't say anything— nor did anyone else. We waited.
Time passed... and in the end it was Dad who decided that we should have a look outside. "What if the storm is still going on?" said Mum. "What if our house is gone?" Dad didn't answer. He started up the stairs slowly. I was right behind him when he pushed open the door. Mum was still below.
"Oh no!" Dad said when he stepped outside. "This is terrible!" I followed— it was completely dark outside... Below Mum called nervously. "What is it? Is our house gone?"
"The house," Dad said quietly,"is still here,and everything's OK. But I left the key inside and we're locked out."
21. Here's part of a report that was in the Enid Daily Eagle the next day. Would you like to add anything?
TORNADO DAMAGES FARM
Enid (AP)— Enid residents came out of their tornado cellars yesterday evening and found that they had been lucky once again: the tornado did not touch down in the city. Gus Melford, whose farm is two miles north of Enid, can tell a different story:
"I was outside when it hit. It was crazy— quiet one minute and the next all hell broke loose. The noise was terrible, and the air was full of things— trees, dirt, parts of the house. I was thrown against the house. And then I saw our pick-up truck in the air. Like a toy. It missed the house but crashed into the barn. We lost all our farm machines. No idea what we are going to do now."
Melford and his wife were taken to Enid Memorial hospital.
22. In diaries people often reveal more about their views and feelings than they would share with others in a conversation. Imagine that you have recently experienced the eruption of a volcano nearby. Say what you saw and how you felt about it.
TEXT | BUSH FIRE
Friday, 12th January. The three boys, Harry, Wallace and Graham, had escaped from the city for a week of freedom in the bush. They had never done it before. The boys caught a morning train to the hills, got out at Barkley station and started walking. They felt wonderful. They were on their own. No one to say "Do this", "Do that". They wouldn't have wanted to be anywhere on earth but where they were, walking up the road from Barkley towards Tinley. The north wind blew, a hot summer wind, and there was not a cloud in the sky. Here a boy could be king of the earth, thought Graham. He often wondered why Wallace and Harry accepted him. Wallace was a big, strong boy. Harry was clever, but also the best runner in the school. Gra ham was neither strong nor clever. He was unusually gentle for his fifteen years.
For their lunch they dug a small hole and collected sticks and made a small fire at the side of the road to cook their sausages and boil water for coffee. Coffee, they felt, good and strong, was the kind of drink a man would have when he was on his own. The water hadn't even started to boil when a car stopped and a woman called to them: "Put that fire out!"
The boys looked at her, surprised. She was like an angry school teacher. "You heard me," she said. "Put it out."
"We're only havin' our lunch, lady," said Wallace. "What's wrong with that?" "You boys are old enough to know better. Put it out at once, or I'll report you to the police. There's a $ 200 fine and you can go to prison for making a fire outside on a day like this." "It's only a little fire," complained Wallace. "We've dug a hole. We're watchin' it." "Put it out quickly. Throw your water over it." "Be fair, lady," said Wallace. "What do we drink? It's a hot day."
It was Harry who lifted the water off and emptied it into the hole. He had suddenly noticed how hot and strong the north wind was, how it blew the flames and the smoke. "Now stand on it," the woman called. "Get it out. Put it all out."
She watched them with a strict expression on her face until they had done it; then she said, "If you want hot water on a day like this, go into a house somewhere and ask for it nicely. Fire is a dangerous toy at this time of year. Don't forget it."
She drove on, and the boys were left looking at each other sadly. "Toy, my fat aunt," said Wallace.
"Wouldn't it make you sick?" said Graham. "But I suppose she was right," said Harry. "We were watchin' it. It couldn't have done any harm." Wallace was very upset. "If we can't make a fire, what are we goin' to eat and drink? What about our sausages?" "I don't know," said Graham.
"It's stupid. All right for her. She can go home and switch on the stove. Grown-ups. You can't get away from them. Two hundred dollar fine for cooking your lunch. Go to prison for drinkin' coffee. I suppose we're expected to die of hunger."
"We've got some cake," said Harry.
"Cake!"
"And we can drink water."
"Whose side are you on? I want coffee and sausages."
Another car going in the opposite direction stopped. At the wheel was a man who looked, like a farmer. "You boys aren't making a fire, are you?" he said. "No," said Wallace. "Make sure you don't."
They had cake for lunch, and water. Much of the magic of the day had already gone sour on them. The north wind blew, hot and hard and dry. Behind it lay two thousand miles of land, brown in the burning sun. The wind itself was like fire without the flame.
When they got to Tinley they bought cokes and icecreams and more sausages to take away with them, and a tiny heater that burned methylated spirits with a hot blue flame and no smoke. They hadn't gone much more than a mile from Tinley towards the hills when Wallace said, "I'm tired. Let's find somethin' and camp."
Wallace was half-asleep. He thought he could smell methylated spirits. He even thought he could see Graham.
"What are you doin'?" "Making coffee," said Graham. "Do you want a cup?" Wallace sat up. "What's the time?" "Twenty past one." "Yeah. I'll have a cup." Wallace opened his sleeping bag and felt better. "Funny in the bush at night, isn't it? Awful dark." "Noisy, too. A tree fell down. Not far away either. Woke me up." "It's the wind." "I suppose it is." "Hot, isn't it?" "You can say that again. But this water's awful slow in boiling."
"The wind, I suppose. Have you got the lid on?" "Can't see when it boils if you've got the lid on." "Put the lid on, or it'll never boil." "Don't know where the lid is, do you?"
"Feet for it. It's there somewhere. Use your torch." "The battery's flat. Now look what I've done. The metho
bottle has fallen over." "Pick it up quick," cried Wallace. "Or we'll lose it all." "It's burning" shouted Graham.
A blue flame raced from the little stove up through the rocks towards the bottle in the boy's hand: or at least that was how it seemed to happen. It happened so quickly. To protect himself, Graham threw the bottle away. There was a shower of fire from its neck. "Oh no,", shouted Wallace and jumped out of his sleeping bag. "Hurry, wake up."
They tried to jump on the fire, but they couldn't find their shoes. They tried to put it out with their sleeping bags, but it seemed to be everywhere. Harry couldn't even escape from his bag; and for a few awful moments he thought he was in his bed at home and the house was in flames around him. "Put it out," shouted Graham. "Put it out." The fire was getting away frorn them in all directions, burning through the bush downwind. Even the ground was burning; grass, roots and fallen leaves were burning. There were flames on the trees. The heat was awful to breathe.
"We can't, we can't," cried Wallace. "What are we going to do?" They beat at it and beat at it and beat at it. "Oh no," sobbed Graham. He was crying, and he hadn't cried for years. "What have I done? We've got to put it out!" Harry was running around wildly, picking up all their things. He screamed at them. "Get your stuff and run." But they didn't hear him or didn't want to hear him. They were black, their feet were cut, even their hair was burned. They beat and beat and the fire was everywhere, in the tree-tops, and there was no darkness left, only bright light, red light, yellow light, light that was hard and cruel and very frightening, and there was smoke, smoke like a hot red fog.
"No," cried Graham. "No, no, no." His arms dropped to his sides and he shook with sobs and Wallace pulled him away. "Oh Wally," he sobbed. "What have I done?"
"We've got to get out of here," shouted Harry. "Take the things and run."
They ran down a path back towards Tinley; at least they thought it was towards Tinley, they didn't really know. Perhaps they were running to save their lives, running because they were afraid, running away from what they had done. When they thought they were safe, they hid in the bush. They could hear sirens; lights were going on here and there; the lights of cars along the roads They could hear shouts on the wind, a woman cried, Graham sobbed. Over all was a red glow.
(Adapted from Ash Road by Ivan Southall}
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