Storm Barbara? Storm in a Teacup!
Jonathan & Denise: Storm Barabara? Storm in a teacup! Blanket of grey cloud. Tick! Billious and blustry. Tick! Damp and Dreary. Okay, perhaps not dreary. How about Liquid and lively? Sure, it’s difficult getting things done outdoors, as it can be difficult to walk in a straight line or even stand still – and carrying anything that you can’t envelope in a tight embrace is tempting fate. Of course we’ve had to fix across the wires that retain the wheelie bins in their stalls (that’s three wheelie bins at each house, nine in all!) – but that’s near to every-day discipline here, in winter. We’re at the peak of the storm, and gusts are little more than 60mph or so, and that is really nothing to write about …
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Glad it was only a storm in a teacup! When we lived in Ireland we got to know the meaning of gales, blimey, on those days venturing outside was suicidal as the huge Bangor slate tiles flew through the air, never mind garden furniture and trees. Remember nights spent worrying about the damage we’d find the next day, so when people complain about the wind around here, we can’t help but smile, nothing like it. Best wishes for 2017 🙂
It’s good you understand, because so often we find that those who have no experience of big storms really have no idea at all about how violent, how terrifying, a really severe storm can be. Connor – which followed shortly after Barbara – was certainly worse, nearly 90mph gusts and loaded with ammunation – rain and hail.