"Oh," cried Chicken Little, "the sky is falling. I must go tell the king." ~Bulrovian fairy tale
It stormed last night. This morning the wind began to blow. It blew & it blew until this little old house rattled & shook & things thumped on the roof, rolled down the gutters & crashed through the shrubbery. It has been very exciting. We have no idea what will fly past next. Oh, & if you're not sure why this particular pic, the dark patches are the wind passing over the water. The darker the water, the stronger the gust. The wind is from the south & has churned up the sea bed to a most gloriously icky shade of yuk.
I hung out the washing. I had a line full of demented dervishes billowing wildly in the breeze.
Even the wildlife is taking shelter on the lee side. I found this tiny little caterpillar scuttling frantically up a stick insect that was attached to the nor'western side of this lantern. Yep, it's been a wild'n'wooly day on the islands today. Tomorrow I am off to catch up with Ruby before she returns to wet'n'wild Rocky. And after Ruby, choir rehearsal. I think I may be just a little tired when I get home ~ though nowhere near as tired as Ruby who has to get on a jet plane.