Storm

I wasn’t too bothered about the approaching storm.  In fact my main worry was that I wasn’t worried about the approaching storm.  My calm demeanor was not due to some new relaxation technique or an excess of sweet sherry, there were some very good reasons.  The wind was coming from the south-west which we are generally protected from, we have a lot of wind here so generally things are tied down or have already flown away.  So when I awoke in the night and heard the storm raging it seemed no worse than happens several times each winter, there were no sounds of bins skitting down the road, or the windows trying to escape from their frames, and the bed wasn’t lifting from the floor.  Although I haven’t been to the garden today, Hero has reported that there is no damage, tomorrow when I venture up into the woods I may find something, we will see.  My love and good wishes go out to those who haven’t been as lucky.  We may not get away with it next time.