Storm Katie particularly selected our corner of Hampshire to belabour throughout the night with winds of up to 105 m.p.h. Having heeded the forecast our intrepid Head Gardener brought down many of her pots and protected other parts of the garden. Nevertheless, tears sprang to her eyes when she witnessed the devastation this morning.
The cold frames built last autumn had been smashed to pieces and scattered around the side and front of the house.
One pot of daffodils had been blown from its perch on the front Gardener’s Rest.
Two arches have been uprooted;
that in the front has destroyed a solar lamp.
Other breakages include plant pots that can no doubt be replaced from Efford Recycling Centre.
and planters also took a dive.
The wind continued throughout the day, and rain interrupted the sunshine, so we decided to defer the recovery process until tomorrow, and drive out to see how the forest had fared.
This scene near Bolderwood demonstrated that the recent falls of forest giants will eventually merge into the landscape, just as their ancestors have done. Perhaps this rotting stump had been shattered by a wind as strong as that which had ripped the trunk off its neighbour.
Many other such corpses, recent, and ancient, litter the terrain.
The last of these trees had been cleared from the road that it had crossed.
and a cheerful runner who had just seen a wonderful rainbow, enjoyed the bright light once the rain had stopped pelting down.
In Newtown, near Minstead, the dappled coats of donkeys blended with the sunlit tarmac.
When living there, we had watched the house in the centre of this picture being built.
These two had left their basking baby while they wandered off.
Further on, we were obliged to stop and watch another trio able across the road they own.
I have often photographed this tree, when whole, on Seamans Corner green;
or this scene, further down the road, before Katie struck.
This evening we dined on Jackie’s choice chilli con carne and savoury rice. I drank more of the madiran, and The Cook didn’t.