Our village is situated on the western flank of the Exe Valley , consequently as the wind comes up the valley it curls itself up over the side of the hill and what starts as a breeze becomes a wind and a wind is more like a gale and a gale a hurricane and that is what it has felt like for the past few days . The tiles have been skittering and jumping on the roof , rooks have been blown about in the sky like so many black plastic bags caught in the violent gusts of wind . Shrubs in pots have been relocating themselves around our courtyard garden . Yesterday we had a power cut as trees were down and so were the power lines . We lit candles and fortunately we had a battery operated radio to keep us company for the six or so hours it lasted . But it makes you realise just how vulnerable we are in our modern civilised society . One of the most difficult things we have had to deal with is the noise from the chimney in our sitting room which is now V's bedroom . It sounds as though there is a giant sitting astride our roof playing a huge didgeridoo- the deep base sound reverberates around the room every time there is a gust of wind . No amount of stuffing things up the chimney seems to make the slightest difference and it is not a sound conducive to sleep .
This morning the wind abated and a weak and watery sun tried to make its presence felt -we breathed a sigh of relief , even the cat looked happier - it went on one of its mad escapades tearing round the house at great speed for no apparent reason . Why do cats do that or is it just mine ?
In the village people ventured out cautiously and the local shop was full of tales of lost roofs , sheds blown over trees down and relations lost forever !
But just when we thought all was well and life was returning to normal - the wind came back and it has come back with a vengeance .And that blooming giant is back on the roof - it's going to be a long night .