Since yesterday the media have been full of reports about the great storm that is about to hit the UK - c. 2 am tomorrow morning - this will be nearly a hurricane - so we are a bit worried about the roof. Being at the seaside is always exciting, but it could be too exciting. Then again, our roof seems to have survived a great many storms and is still pretty much intact. So perhaps it's a tough old roof.
There have been gleeful reports of possible horrors - power cuts being the first in my mind, and also people wondering whether the Met Office are making too much of a fuss. I have tidied up the garden, and got everything that might fly loose out of the way. Not much else we can do really. It has been a beautiful day today - sunny, warm and very windy. The sky has alternated between blue, grey clouds, white cloud and an extraordinary grey white glare whose brilliance made it almost impossible to look at. The strange glaring grey sky, with a layer of grey cumulus running beneath it was extraordinary, the whole thing decidedly Turneresque...
There is a slightly fateful quality about this time - yesterday I received a lot of unwelcome news about new layers of crises in the lives of my beloved cousins - today our Hungarian visitor suddenly declared tearfully that she had had some terrible mysterious family news and had to leave. Nothing drastic has happened to us, apart from the traditional grumpiness about funds. However, hearing other people's problems makes me feel how very little we have to complain about.
There have been gleeful reports of possible horrors - power cuts being the first in my mind, and also people wondering whether the Met Office are making too much of a fuss. I have tidied up the garden, and got everything that might fly loose out of the way. Not much else we can do really. It has been a beautiful day today - sunny, warm and very windy. The sky has alternated between blue, grey clouds, white cloud and an extraordinary grey white glare whose brilliance made it almost impossible to look at. The strange glaring grey sky, with a layer of grey cumulus running beneath it was extraordinary, the whole thing decidedly Turneresque...
There is a slightly fateful quality about this time - yesterday I received a lot of unwelcome news about new layers of crises in the lives of my beloved cousins - today our Hungarian visitor suddenly declared tearfully that she had had some terrible mysterious family news and had to leave. Nothing drastic has happened to us, apart from the traditional grumpiness about funds. However, hearing other people's problems makes me feel how very little we have to complain about.
I was unable to take any photos today - but here is a picture which gives something of a taste of weather conditions in Ramsgate earlier on.
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