O furious wind

Wind is no stranger here where we are perched on the edge of the North Sea. But never have I seen the streets littered with tree branches. St Andy’s churchyard was so full of broken limbs that I couldn’t quite see the door to the church. As for myself, I’ve been described as a ‘slight’ person more than simply in jest, and today was certainly a day I could have used a pair of weighted shoes. If it weren’t for my computer bag and bag of books, I might have had a much more difficult time walking home. Though I’m sure the sea would have been a sight to see today, standing on the top of a cliff to see it wouldn’t have been the best idea!

When I came home I found that our garden was not spared from the fury of the wind. I lost the second largest of our sunflowers — it was snapped in half. I ran out at once and tied the remaining two sunflowers to poles for support. My poor sunflowers. If it isn’t slugs or soil, it’s wind.

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