We should be sitting in our little Cornish “cottage”. Instead, we’re in the kitchen at home, listening to the wind howl and staring out into the pitch black garden.
With the Met. Office seemingly predicting the end of the world and the weather forecasters working themselves into a frenzy over the impending “Great Storm of 2013”, we’ve decided to delay the start of our holiday, as we can’t get sand bags into the car and I threw away all our ancient tinned food recently – This weather may actually exceed our normal ability to get the wellies out and “carry on”.
Great shame, as it will mean cutting our stay short when we do get there, but that’s better than ending up with a tree on your head and no electricity. Or failing that, being stuck in a fifty mile traffic jam on Bodmin Moor (“Here be dragons” or the ghost of Joss Merlyn).
Time to open the wine, fire up the over expensive heating and cuddle the cats. Rain, rain go away….quickly.
[Picture credit: metoffice.gov.uk. UK at 7pm. Weather inbound!]