The storm hits
I am a week behind in these blips, the result of too much work, too little time, and an inability to say no to the wine bottle of an evening.
This lamentable photo will be matched by this lamentable piece of prose.
There has finally been a break in the weather. The storm hit. We were warned it would be a severe storm - i.e. biblical - but in the end, we had strong wind gusts, a lot of rain, and an hour where the trees were blowing around like Boris Johnson during his daily lying sessions in front of parliament. Like that floppy-haired twat, the end result of the storm and the end result of my photographing of it was nothing to write home about.
Or, indeed, to write in a blip about. But there you go.