The unexpected gales of Anthony, the first ever UK named August storm, wreaked havoc throughout the night.
Jackie has repaired her ceramic owl wind-chimes on countless occasions, but this crashing onto the patio paving, just a day after she had last glued the myriad of pieces together left it beyond further repair, and her most dispirited. The woven ring is Flo’s work.
The rain eased for the morning. By late afternoon we set out on a shopping trip to Tesco, during which an almighty hatful more, despite being repeatedly replenished, was
thrown down on shoppers, trolleys, and cars alike.
Soon sunshine vied for dominance with the rain.
Wet ponies along Forest Road continued with the important work of stocking up on grass
alongside a new stream running down the moorland slope.
On our return along Forest Road ponies ran up the hill while a young woman, having passed both us and them, ran down.
This evening we all dined on Tesco’s spicy burgers; fried onions; sandwich gherkins; and French fries, with which Jackie drank Hoegaarden and I drank more of the GSM.