Revolutionary Rants

Twenty years ago today Michael Fish rather mucked up his career in weather presenting by denying that a hurricane was heading toward Britain. Twenty years ago tomorrow the “big wind” came to the South of England. We went down to Essex the day after the storm and I remember the tree I loved in my Nan’s garden had been blown over; a great old oak that I mourned at the time. Now, as an adult, you are grateful the tree didn’t fall the other way, in to the house, where Nan was herself. Essex was quite a frightening sight in general.

Living in the west of Ireland we lived through quite a few gales, which were bloody scary. We had roofs blowing off barns, goats killed by said roofs, trees going down, no electricity - and they were only winds with gusts of around one hundred miles an hour…

In other, more recent but less troubling, news the caravan is cleared out and the painting and electrics of the new house are going well. We did a lot of sleeping, a bit of Warcraft and did a roast dinner. We also did the fruit bit of the cakes.