Our journey back from Hawes after our stupendous Christmas lunch yesterday was through a very misty landscape. How different it became by around eight o'clock yesterday evening when the wind became what I can only describe as 'very violent'. The wind came from the West (so a 'warm' wind) but was quite terrifying as it howled around the house. It was still going strong when we went to bed and it was really quite scary. It reminded me of a similar occasion many years ago when the conditions were like this and a friend's elderly mother sat with her hat, coat and gloves on all night in a kitchen chair, declaring that she was sure that the end of the world had come.
This morning the wind has not abated and, as usually happens when it is rather wet and the wind is from this direction, the River Ure has burst its banks in many places and the fields are flooded. Our only lake, Lake Semerwater, flows into the Ure via the shortest river in England, the Bain, and the water flows out of Semerwater much faster when there is a gale blowing. The farmer and I have just been down to the feed merchants and on both sides of the road there is water standing, and what is more, there was more of it on the return journey than there was on the journey down.
Christmas is getting near now and the jobs are piling up that can't be done until nearer the time -making the stuffings, making the cranberry sauce, making an almond tart and maybe some more mince pies. It is too early for these jobs, so the gang are meeting for coffee in the morning. That will make me think it is Friday and my whole week will be thrown out of joint.
On our return journey the farmer bought me a tumble drier, which will be arriving shortly after Christmas - a nice appliance with which to start the New Year.
The gale blew slates off the farmhouse roof and three sheets of tin off the hen house roof. Luckily there is wood under the tin so the hen house is not open to the elements, but it will have to wait for repair until the wind drops. Similarly we can't contact the builder to replace the slates on the roof until it is calm weather. Still, small worries compared with some.
Lovely white roses arrived this morning - another Christmas present. The house is full of flowers and plants - lovely presents as I get such pleasure out of them. If it is windy where you are, keep both feet on the ground.