The Met office have issued their yellow warning, the BBC reporters on news 24 have put the hoods up on their brand new do I look good in this The North Face jacket’s.
Talk about mountains out of mole hills, ok, it’s good to be forewarned regarding any situation, but for these camera crews to be out there looking for whats not there and ending up filming a Gull struggling against a head wind, beats me.
In the calm before the storm I went for a trundle up the lane, it was eerie to say the least, no wind at all to speak of, and the Sun, well, when it did show it was a wonderful orange color, a color normally reserved for Sunsets, but this was 10 in the morning.
The entire scene was bathed in a spooky glow, even the Sheep, chewing the cud and carrying on regardless were tinted orange.
I could feel the warmth of the southern air flow on my hands and face as I gripped the handle bars and felt the g’s of my 4.2 mph fix.
I stopped along the lane to chat to a bloke I had’nt seen for a couple of years, we comfortably passed the time of day reminiscing about time spent in Spain, our younger years of course. We both enjoyed the chat.
But even as we spoke the wind speed picked up, a little at first, then a bit more until it was peeling leaves from the golden Birch and scattering them across the meadow.
We said our goodbye’s and off I trundled, although I had been out three hours I had only covered six miles, but how splendid they were.
The wind speed did increase throughout the afternoon, nothing dramatic but enough to make you think. I managed a wobble round on my stick to do an animal check, the chickens were a bit spooked, otherwise all was well.
As the storm passes and moves on, my thoughts are with those that have been affected by it’s indiscriminate force and power.
Keep well, keep safe.