Storm Doris has been and now has left us . Our village is situated on the side of the Exe valley facing west so any westerly or northwesterly winds snake down the valley and curl up over the hill rattling our windows and shaking the doors .Doris was no exception , dustbins bowled their way down the street and the wind chimes in my garden couldn't believe their luck - a cacophony of bells ,chimes and bamboo clunks filled our courtyard garden all day .
But "Doris " I ask you , who would name a storm "Doris " . Doris conjures up all that is safe and staid , the very model of respectability. In fact the only Doris I can recall is Doris Archer the farmer's wife in the long running radio soap "The Archers " .For those not in the know this has been on the radio every day for a thousand years telling the story of" everyday country folk ".Mind you Doris is going back a few generations now to when I was a lad . My mother would , at 6.45 every evening ,without fail stop what she was doing and switch on the wireless -yes I did say wireless although strictly speaking it was a radiogram .She would tune the magic green light to the Home Service and we would all listen to the Archers . Doris was everything that a farmers wife should be , she was the epitome of farmers' wives . Broad of hip ,ample of bosom and constantly baking apple pie and always wearing a fresh pinny , at least that's how I remember her .
My sister and I would sit and have high tea and when it was over bedtime loomed ; no TV ,no computers ,no mobile phones in fact no fridge come to think of it , or washing machine just an old boiler to do the washing on Monday wash day . During the winter months I would undress under the blankets as it was so cold and I would sneak a copy of The Wizard comic to read later by torchlight under the covers . In the summer I would stare longingly at the unlined curtains which barely made the room dark wishing I could still be out playing in the evening sunshine . It seemed so unfair to be made to go to bed in the daylight .
All these memories evoked by the name "Doris" - who would have thought it , I bet not the weather men .