Sorry my blogication may of failed slightly there! Honestly, I have been trying to think of things to blog to you all about, but it’s looking like I may need to try harder at this resolution. I wrote not long ago about how kind the winter has been to us this year, after the baptism of fire we had last winter.
Despite cursing it by penning it down, the fairly kind winter seems to remain, it’s very strange. Last week in the barmy temperatures I was tempted to pull the covers off and open the side hatch, only tempted I might add. This week however had me almost wishing for a harder winter, in place of incredible winds.
This week just gone has to of brought the highest winds we have experienced since the move aboard. Sunday was particularly bad. The day had been ok, in fact James had been on a run whilst I rode alongside. We braved the gales to a point that I felt I might blow off in rising trot, but really the winds weren’t terrible and the boat was a welcome refuge when we got home, nothing we can’t handle we thought.
The fall of darkness changed that.
My days the winds picked up, to a point where standing up caused you to topple around, and not just from a Sunday afternoon tipple. There were crashes and bangs as we were hit by branches, lambs and trampolines flying through the gale.
We didn’t follow normal protocol and retreat to the pub, no, we braved it out aboard. Making sure we stayed on the sofa (standing up was far too risky) the gales eventually passed us around 01:00am. I don’t find the rocking from the gales comforting, and the bashing of the winds and stray trampolines keeps you on edge.
We woke in the morning to find very little destruction, aside from our chimney hat taking off with the wind to find a new home. I popped into the chandlers the next day to pick up another one, the lovely lady at the counter told me they had already sold four this morning, on the joys of boat life!