All was going swimmingly well until yesterday. Another Storm, oddly named Barra, has arrived from across the Atlantic and this time it hasn't been as bad in the north as Arwen last week.
It meant that yesterday we had torrential rain all day and high winds causing damage to property and trees getting felled.
What it also meant was that after five days of Santa Paws walks with Reggie that he missed out on his walk and we missed out on some valuable exercise.
Still. We are alive and just cold. We should be glad that unlike some of our countrymen and women in the north that we have power and light.
It's freezing cold and windy today, but in my lunch hour from WFH, my plan was to take him out for a little walk in the mud and tree debris across the canal, as long as the rain stayed off.
But of course, it hasn't and it is lashing down again. Same as yesterday. Torrential rain and high winds. It looks as though Barra has well and truly arrived. What will they call tomorrow's new storm.
It's all very odd as about 15 years ago, the "experts" told us that where I live would have a "Mediterranean climate" and that our farmers would have to grow the same crops as they do in southern France and Spain (other countries are available). I wonder how many gale force windy days and torrential rain they have every year in Murcia or Nice?
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