Woke up at 5 (becoming a pattern) to crashing wind threatening to take the roof off and driving rain hammering against the windows. By 7 it had more or less blown itself out.
During the Last Great Storm of 1987 when I was fourteen (which will be forever immortalised by Mr Fish the Weatherman confidently asserting the night before the storm tore a swathe through most of Southern England, that all rumours of an impending hurricane were nonsense), we lost several ancient oaks on the farm where I grew up in Sussex. I still remember the sound of them falling in the night, great heavy thuds that were unlike anything else. We didn't know till morning what the noise was or indeed how much damage had been done. The winds raged most of the following day then and we had to dodge slates that had been torn off the roof and were slicing through the air like vicious knives when we went out to check the ponies in the morning. In a village a few miles away an oak had come down across a stable, killing the three horses inside. Fortunately, ours had all been out in the field and that way I suspect avoided serious injury, although the ground was torn up pretty good and proper from where they had been galloping about. Five oaks came down across the farm track and we had to chainsaw our way out up to the lane that was 1/2 mile away. Nothing so spectacular happened here last night, and friends in the forest nearby also escaped any major catastrophes too, which is a blessing, all told.
I went out first thing to check the hens who'd been tucked up in their shed all night and found them none the worse for wear, all except for Mrs Peckham, who is looking half-plucked and very nearly oven ready as a result.
She's moulting, an event overdue by about five years. Looking good isn't she?
I am still feeling groggy from the migraine and unsettled by the wind which is buffeting around outside. L has a mate over today- they are predictably ensconced in the study playing Minecraft and rabbiting away with the various friends they have formed round the world on Skype. One positive aspect of the internet. How else would L have made friends with and be able to chat on a daily basis to a lad who lives in China? I think it's good for them- we're very quick as a society to mutter doom and gloom predictions about children's interaction with and time spent on computers, but as long as they get outside and have some fresh air every day and provided you take steps to protect them from innapropriate images I don't see it as a huge problem. L has recently discovered a server which is all about bees and trees, and he is now talking confidently about Larch and Elm and pollination. On the whole I feel this is better than blood and guts and gore.
I have two assignments for college to get on with before F and J descend and M is home from work on Tues eve. I don't suppose I'll surface then until after the weekend - the thought of going back to college and resuming studies is appealing!
Hope you are all OK and everyone who reads this in the UK survived the storm intact? I was looking at the stats for the blog yesterday, and while I'm sure many of them are spam related, I thought I'd better say hi to those of you who check in with us from the US, Ukraine, China, Canada, Malaysia, Germany, Russia, Australia and Indonesia. Your reading is appreciated :-)
Have a good day all,