After the gales of last night I was surprised that there was little damage in the garden, indeed I was surprised that the greenhouse was still standing. But apart from everything looking a little shell-shocked and the roads being strewn with detritus (posh rubbish) not a lot seems to have moved. Usually this statement is followed by a confession a few days later that the champion oak of Cliffe had indeed crushed the Grade II listed shepherdess cottage (I made up the cottage). Hopefully not. It was cold though. Finger nipping cold. Nose nipping cold. Come on let’s do star jumps cold.
This cardoon had fallen many weeks ago, I just used the photo for dramatic effect. I know I can’t get anything past you lot.