I'm still standing...

If you like weather, today is the day for you. When Eunice has finished with us here in the South West, she is heading over to Germany via East Anglia. My dentist friend has already lost some of his practice roof.

Can anyone remember the direction the 1980s hurricane that Michael Fish failed to predict came from? I think it must have been North, because it skimmed over the bowl that Bath sits in with very little damage, but altered the skyline of Brown's Folly forever. As already spoken of, that hurricane made me quite a lot of money - a proper ill wind.

I was due to visit a client who lives on the edge of the Longleat estate today, but was advised against it by the Met Office. There are plenty of trees to land on you on the way there, so - unlike my friend with a Land Rover and chainsaw - I am staying in and amusing myself by watching the local pigeons fly backwards at high speed. I assume they are locals, but they could well have come from miles away up the Severn Estuary. Ours might be in Basingstoke by now. 

I really enjoy disruptive weather events which provide good excuses to stay indoors and look out of the window. No snow this year. I wonder if my little Summer gazebo at the workshop will survive. Friend with the Land Rover insists it won't.  I would like to prove him wrong.