Winds of up to 60 m.p.h. howled and heavy rain lashed throughout the night.
Regular readers will know that Jackie’s favourite view is straight down the garden from the stable door.
This is what it looks like this morning through the window in that door.
The wisteria arbour has been destroyed.
We did not investigate further in the garden. Instead we drove to Milford on Sea to look at it.
A bent branch hung down over Downton Lane. The Modus was just able to clear it.
The rain had desisted by 10 a.m. when fierce winds whisked curdling waves sent spray smashing into rocks, breakwaters, and the sea wall over which rapidly liquified spume droplets swelled a saturated shingle lake.
Gulls enjoyed floating on the thermals in the warm air currents.
When I last visited this spot a week or so ago a cleft in this cliff had not been quite so rent.
Later this afternoon Elizabeth visited to help me with the on-line Probate application. My sister is very tech-savvy, but even she came to an insurmountable block, so we gave up and had dinner which consisted of succulent roast lamb; crisp roast potatoes and Yorkshire pudding; crunchy carrots and cauliflower; tender green beans; mint sauce, and thick, meaty, gravy, with which Elizabeth finished the Comté Tolosan Rouge; Jackie drank Hoegaarden; and I drank Montaria red wine 2020.
Dessert was Jackie’s spicy pumpkin pie which she photographed after we had eaten half of it.