Saturday, 14 November 2009
I woke this morning to a steely sky, wind lashed and ragged. As I poured my tea the darkness moved in from the West, a rolling grey cape snapping and driving the storm before it. The first drops hit the roof in bursts of Flamenco steps, then, drumming and clapping built to the final torrent before the wind chased it on over the village to perform to other houses. Following a little behind, came the rushing, cheering, crowd, their footsteps settling to a steady patter, softening moving on until all that's left is the quiet rain.
We have severe weather warnings all over the Country today, so please stay safe everyone and if you can, stay warm and dry inside.
Posted by Yarrow at Saturday, November 14, 2009