Storm Deirdre did her best to knock us over on the open road but once in the woods it was all sound and not much fury. No point taking either camera or binoculars - too gloomy even at half 2 for taking pictures and what birds that were out flashed past in an instant.
In amongst the trees it was simply, deliciously,exhilarating. Branches whipped backwards and forwards in a noisy, demonic sort of dance,while at the same time, for all their writhing and flailing, protecting us from the blast.
That caught us again full on as we stepped out once more onto the road, past singing gates and wailing wires, stumbling into the house breathless but invigorated. And as I write Deirdre is still making a lot of fuss but is due to depart overnight. Bit of a shame really.
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