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Wild wet and windy

Storm Ciara made herself known yesterday - she howled and she raged and she danced around the house. Leaves and twigs joined in the mad jig and twirled and whirled around corners and into the air. Rivers swelled and burst and roared with full bodied force, leaving strand lines on fences high above their normal level.

We walked out - in a short spell of reasonable calm.  Where we had to lean into the wind while she flew around trying to rip off our hats.
We listened to the thunderous voices of the river crashing down the boulders.

We walked over the metal bridge which had only an hour or so before, been under water. Usually it is two metres above a benign muddy stream but on Sunday it was a riotous angry river.

Fields, usually reserved for football and village shows were deep enough under water for a Part-Otter-Part-Dog-Full-Idiot to swim and to splash. She was in her element. I, buffeted almost into submission, cowered against the sports pavilion as she and Himself threw caution (and sticks) to the wind and defiantly played on.

It struck me that the wind herself has no sound or visible action, however the trees hear her and give her voice, screaming or howling and dancing at her beck and call. Then, when Storm Ciara briefly paused for breath, the trees would rest, limbs lowering and twigs trembling ready for the next barrage.
Surprisingly few trees succumbed to the force however flooding was more in evidence.

On our return bluster,hats pulled down hard and walking at a novel angle, we came alongside a novel 'just in case' moment - a helping 'hand' keeping a small and rather flimsy roof from taking off in the wind.
Later, much later, we returned Youngest to Uni from his weekend of RnR with us (read that as Restocking and Resting and washing and being fed and sleeping and sleeping and sleeping).
 Something made me take my camera - glad I did, the lights at the Uni glowed through the final dregs of Storm Ciara. Almost defiantly.

Here is to a calmer Monday xxxxxx

PS ... there are now 'ninja hail showers'* completely obscuring the view and making rooves and roads crusty and white.

* I will forever think of short sharp showers as 'ninja' showers thanks to justjill of Land of the Big Sky


  1. Well now I know what Ball Grove looked like after yesterday. Amazing weather. We went for a drive out yesterday afternoon to find some puddles; gosh the Aire valley is very soggy and there are huge puddles all along its length. Predicatably we knew some roads would be flooded but we came across at least another 5 we did not expect to be closed. One was closed because there was a huge puddle across it and in the middle of the puddle was a white car..... I could not take a photo as someone had to do a 3-point turn quickly! No more weather like this please!

  2. As always my dear, a glorious set of images. Well done for getting out - but Miss Moss doesn’t give you much choice :-)

  3. Crazy wet weather!
    I love the shed getting a helping "hand"

  4. It's was really blowing here too. Loved sharing your wet walk. The digger holding on the roof made me smile. X

  5. It's been wild weather for sure. In those brief moments, when the wind drops, the silence is almost deafening. X

  6. Thy could have done with that digger at our local Sainsburys supermarket petrol station, it's closed as the roof got blown off!


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