We are known here in England for talking about the weather. A lot. Well, there’s so much weather to talk about. It’s perpetual change. Today has been beautiful. The sky an uninterrupted blue, and the sun warmer than it should be for mid-November. We have been out in the garden most of he day. Well, it was a case of having to be really…
Last night the rain hammered on the windows, and a 60mph wind howled. So much that it brought one of our old trees down. To be fair, it was a pretty dead tree and we had talked about taking it out at some time, but it felt like an enormous job – it was a big old tree. We never knew what type it was. Just a big old tree.
We heard the crash, and when we went out in the dark, and wind, and rain, we saw that it had landed in my beloved pond.
My pond is my pride and joy. We fuss over it endlessly – checking the filter, clearing out the waterfall-y bit, scooping out leaves that get blown in despite it being permanently covered by a net to stop the Herons. Having started with seventeen fish, we now have around 65, although many of the original seventeen did get distressingly gobbled up by said Herons.
Since I was so worried about the fish, we spent an hour or so in the rain heaving the heavy fallen trunk and branches out onto the grass. It was a filthy job, in filthy weather. This morning, on inspection, the fish were all fine and still begging for food, so no harm done, and we had to set about the exhausting task of breaking up and disposing of all that dead wood. Thank goodness it was sunny.
It has to be said that English weather, on the whole, despite it’s changeable nature, is pretty tame. We rarely have hurricanes, or earthquakes. Though of course, they do occur from time to time. I will never forget the Hurricane in 1987 which brought winds of nearly 100mph leaving me and my six month old twins with no electricity for over a week, and stranded in our home as the roads were impassable.
Since we have moved North we have felt the earth, not quake exactly, but shiver, twice, the only noticeable indication being the rattling of hangers in the wardrobe.
We’ve been lucky. Some folk’s homes in the south are flooded today, and at least one person lost their life to the storms last night. And of course, we can never forget the appalling devastation that happen’s in other countries as a result of fierce forces of nature.
They say we are due for high winds and rain over the coming weekend, but at least, here in England, we know that it will pass, and before long, we’ll be blessed with winter sun again.