When Jackie logged on yesterday to book a trip to the Council Refuse Centre she was surprised to see that the only day with no bookings was today. We knew this would be the responsibility of Storm Ciarán, keeping people away. To us it was a potential opportunity to have the centre to ourselves.
Yellow ochre liquid running off the fields en route, filling guttering and spreading across the tarmac sent showers from our wheels such as those experienced when seated within an automatic car wash facility.
There were just two others unloading into the bays. Had Jackie not made her usual inspection of the Reuse Shop we would have been in and out in no time. It was fortunate that we now have a good sheet of polythene on which to lay our now hole-tattered spent compost bags, because they had leaked considerably, but the protective cover scooped up all the water in order for Jackie to bale it out.
The rain had desisted until it blurred the windscreen as we arrived home. Thereafter the Amanogawa cherry tree leaves washed my sitting room window with clean water regularly replenished from above. The Weeping Birch swayed violently and the maples emulated the rhythms of St Vitus dance.
Pendulous minuscule crystal balls reflected weather forecasts before dripping from glistening foliage.
Dinge descended and passing wheels swished while emergency vehicles broadcast their various alarms.
I can think of no more original ways of photographing all this, so the header photograph is one I made earlier.
J. B. Priestley’s “Literature & Western Man” seems a suitable book to start reading during continuous such days. So I did it.
This evening we all dined on Red Chilli’s excellent takeaway fare with which Jackie drank Hoegaarden and I drank Gran Selone Italian Red Wine.