The gales started up while I was sorting out the first draft of a novel I had written some time ago. I was settling into my writing chair by the window that overlooks the Minster and watching the pale yellow leaves of the silver beech were dancing around the tree and over the ground. 220 more words
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“Blow wind, come wrack!”… and ruin, rain, snow and power cuts. Good grief! That was a blower wasn’t it? And then the hushed silence of the snow-covered hills and moorland: a double quiet settled on Skye as Nature gave us the chance to breath again. 1,057 more words
In a previous post I mentioned how us Brits were fascinated by the weather… tonight it would seem that we have really good reason.
The coasts, in particular the East are due to be battered by susbstantial winds, and thousands of residents are being evacuated from many of our iconic seaside towns such as Great Yarmouth. 154 more words