The hatches are battened.

Out this morning in the comparative calm, no hint of what was to come.

As the day has continued things have got worse and worse.

Took the battery out to Gloria the Green Goddess and very quickly it was fired up and ready to go.

No one son was for reasons best known to him going to replace a length of fencing and soon the Green Goddess and tools were employed eventually resorting to a long rope off the back of the truck to uproot the old fence and drag it out.

As I speak the Met says we have 56 MPH gusts, well sorry peeps you got that wrong reverse the numbers and you might be getting closer.

The log fire is roaring and there are draughts everywhere in this old house.

Water is smashing into the windows and I am concerned that we did not pay enough attention to what is lying round outside.

Things may really fly when it's like this.

It is always a suprise just what will move.

One storm, I forgot the handbrake on the car and it was on the other side of the car park in the morning!

Not as good as the storm where we were woken at about 3 am by the roof of the barn taking flight. This was a pretty big item and we walked the surrounding fields for hours the next day looking for it.

Never did find where it landed!!

Rhys