Jackie produced a few photographs of dawn this morning.
Although the skies would darken with rain squalls and the windspeed increase at intervals after lunch the morning was brighter and the speed 45 m.p.h.
I toured the garden investigating what turned out to be very little damage.
The patio planters in front of the French windows were unscathed;
a few pots, like this one on the Kitchen Path,
and this beneath the clematis Cirrhosa Freckles, had toppled;
a few slender branches had been ripped from the copper beech and the weeping birch;
the already disintegrating rose arch had lost a piece of its top;
the back drive gate had shed some of its screen;
empty compost bags had been blown about a bit;
but many areas, such as the Shady Path were unscathed.
Nugget’s Wisteria Arbour was intact. “Where’s Nugget?” (67)
This afternoon the weather alternated between dark sleet showers and bursts of sunshine during which
darting blue tits took what opportunities they could to grab a peck
between those squabbling sparrow trapeze artists swinging on the swaying feeders
from which they spilled more than they consumed.
This evening we dined on Jackie’s spicy pasta arrabbiata plentifully packed with peppers, mushrooms, onions and garlic. The Culinary Queen drank Hoegaarden and I drank more of the Cabernet Sauvignon.