Storm Gareth

Back in England, I had agreed to take Mother out for the day. Lunch in the De la Warr Pavilion in Bexhill was entertaining. Watched Storm Gareth arrive. The wind was so strong ouside I could hardly walk, let alone keep my camera still.  I persuased a buildings security man to unlock the door to the balcony so I could shelter by the tower, At your own risk he said as he opened the doors and let a gale into the cafe to the shock of the lunchers.  I am sure they thought I was mad when he let me back in, wind swept and soaked. All in the name of a photo I announced.