Ciaran was the name of the storm, the cyclogenesis of a storm that was supposed to cause havoc and disruption far and wide. Destruction might have come into it somewhere. The storm certainly was destructive, in some locations, but not in Moulsford, as far as I know. Here, it was a bit of an anticlimax.
But an hour later, things were a bit more lively with some heavy rain and blustery gusts of wind.
However for Devon family, the story of the storm was entirely different and Sidmouth had an exciting time.
I did not sleep very well. I’m not sure why. The pattern seems to be changing again. Only the cleaners to get up for this morning so no hurry.
They came and went – also in full force, four of them today.
Brenda cried off going to see Michael today so our services were not required to drive her there. This was entirely down to the weather. And flooding. Things were quite a lot worse further south.
Instead, I took T out for lunch at the Chequers in Burcot. It was actually very nice, but choosing expensive items soon racked up the bill. I always choose their market fish because it is always carefully cooked. And today was no exception. T struggled to finish his but enjoyed what he ate.
It is a twenty minute drive to get there and the leaves were dancing on and off the trees, swirling in whirligig movements along the road. The colours were quite spectacular, from pale lemon to voluptuous reds.
Back home, there was only one thing for it – a very short walk for H, followed by a bit of a rest.
I may have forgotten to mention that, after getting up, and before the cleaners arrived, I sank my energies into a partial tidy of the annoying corner of the bedroom and wardrobe. Partial is better than nothing.
I have been absolutely gobsmacked by Frankie’s blog. The one she has just started. It is a weekly publication. Only one of the two ‘episodes’ she has written is published at the moment. But both show quality and depth of thought and an interesting angle . The second blog, in particular, yet to be published, left me quite freaked out to think that my granddaughter could write and think like that. No wonder she is studying (fashion) journalism.
https://francescakathryn.substack.com/p/moving-to-the-city?utm_source=post-email-title&publication_id=2070930&post_id=138445091&utm_campaign=email-post-title&isFreemail=true&r=2i7rkp&utm_medium=email
https://francescakathryn.substack.com/p/moving-to-the-city?utm_campaign=post&utm_medium=web
I’m not sure either link works.
Thought for the Day
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