Storm Doris blew into town today, and what a ruckus she made!
Bits and bobs were flying hither thither and every whither.
Birds, attempting to fly forwards were flying backwards at neck beak speeds.
It was nigh on impossible to open a door whilst she was in full force… fencing panels became one with the wind, roads were closed and traffic cones were blown out of alignment.
I went for a walk around the Lake during the eye. It was still breezy, but nowhere near as it had been earlier and as it would be once again a little later. The sky was blue, and only one tree had been partly blown down.
The ducks and geese on the Lake were completely oblivious. Debris was flying around them; the waters were so choppy I was almost tempted to have a go at surfing at one end, but the water birds just took things in their stride.
Even Tufty showed no interest in the extreme weather whatsoever… he seemed to enjoy the invigorating feel of the wind blowing through his tuft.
I got back, expecting to look somewhat disheveled.
I, rather surprisingly, wasn’t surprised.
Things have settled down now. Beryl* – I mean Doris – has either ran out of steam or moved on. She’s left a bit of an icy chill behind her… but we’re almost in March… so Spring is on the way. Mind you, with March also come the winds…
*Doris in this post has been portrayed by Beryl, one of my characters from my other blog, Splodge and Splatter.
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