“May you always have walls for the winds, a roof for the rain, tea beside the fire, laughter to cheer you, those you love near you and all your heart might desire.” ~ Irish BlessingWe are snug as bugs inside the house but outside the wind wails. Unseen things thump against our roof as they fly past. We cannot seen the next point over let alone the next island.
The yard is under water. Bit like living in the middle of a large duck pond really. We wade out to the car ankle deep in swirling eddies.
Marlow is not impressed. All the old salts say the weather is gearing up for the worst cyclone season we've ever had. Like I need some more excitement in my life.