Storm Winds

Storm Winds

Wind rattles a piece of loose guttering against the bargeboard on which its mounted, irregularly and irritatingly.  The trees at the bottom of the garden angrily tap their branches together as the wind buffets them. It’s not a full-on gale; it’s probably...
…And the Sea Steamed

…And the Sea Steamed

I knew it was cold. The evidence of the frosted grasses and the snow on the higher Downs away from the sea was evidence enough of temperatures reaching minus 8 or 9 in the night, and still well below zero as I walked. I dressed for it – fur hat, the thick Norwegian...