Stormy Weather

As I sit here in the wee small hours, the quiet outside is almost deafening.  Usually the wind is scooting about in some direction, making itself heard at some level.  But it’s only fluttering at about 8+mph.  However, the barometric pressure is now dropping like a stone – so the storm is most definitely en route.  In fact, it’s beginning to sit above us, though the fearsome winds are a bit away yet.  

I feel very anxious, despite having lived life with violent storms periodically rattling past our beautiful islands.  I worry about the wildlife, hoping their uncanny ability to know when something is about to happen, forewarns them to find and stay somewhere safe.

Then there’s my new gizmo – the little weather station perched on the roof.  I wonder if the anemometer will still be there later on.
 
Although the Met Office issued a red warning for the forthcoming weather, it looks like the central belt of Scotland is going to take the whack.  From West to East the horrible red warning is swathed across the country.  This also takes in Edinburgh – my thoughts immediately go to the new pandas and hope they, along with all the other animals, are kept indoors today.

With the moon nearly full, our tides are high, but with this storm, goodness knows how far inland the ocean will be forced to venture. I guess there’ll be no ferries or planes today.

 
On a lighter note (excuse the pun) despite our houses being storm-built by law, the winds sometimes like to play a tune on the roof tiles, or rip them off completely.  I prefer their musical repertoire.
 
Glancing at the weather gizmo, I see a little umbrella – so the rains have arrived, temperature dropping and pressure plummeting ever quicker. The humidity therefore is rapidly rising, but my other barometer (arthritic old bones) alerted me to that a while ago.  Ahh what fun.
 
Everything that can be secured outside has been – a procedure that comes as second nature living on the edge of the Atlantic. Bin tied up, garden shed strapped down, garden pots and ornaments hidden in the bushes. Got my storm stash kit – sweeties (ha! a priority of course), goose-feather duvet, flasks ready in case of power cuts and a cosy airing cupboard to hide in (can’t stand the noise) candles and torch.  So, bring it on!  Everyone in this storm’s track, keep safe.

:) Susan