This morning, the rain still beats against the windows, but the tearing, roaring wind has died to little more than huffs and groans.
Outside - all looks much the same, if rather wet and bedraggled. There's no trees or even branches down - locally at least. The allotment has survived reasonably unscathed, though the runner beans have lost quite a few leaves. If any fail, I have some spares, still in pots, in the cold frame.
So there ends a further short chapter in Skye's wonderful variety of weather. It's never dull here!
|The Roskhill trees lost a lot of leaves, but no branches|
|The 'earthed-up plastic bottles all survived, and protected my young sprouts and kale|
|The runner beans look a bit shocked.|