Well, in spite of the terrible forecasts for Storm Ciara and the sight and sound of pouring rain on the windows when I went to bed, this morning so far everything looks just the same when I look out of the window. The rain is still pouring down, the trees are bent double (they are flimsy silver birches so don't take a lot of bending) but other than that all seems alright.
Our neighbouring village is naturally on the alert as in July last year they (and we) were hit by a freak storm when many homes were badly flooded (some houses are still being refurbished and the owners are not back in them yet). The village has a very active beck running through it and almost every house has some connection with it, either across the road, in front of the house or through the garden. I have just rung my son, who lives in the village, and he says all appears to be as it should be.
I must say the storm didn't keep me awake - as with the last few nights I slept very well indeed, only waking for a short 'comfort stop' before going off again and not waking until half past eight.
It is Sunday and our usual lunch out day - there should be all four of us today - but I do wonder whether W (who is 98) will opt to stay at home on such a day - I collect her from lower down in our little town and take her up to W's where we transfer to W's car (mine is a 2 door Corsa and W's is a 3 door Toyota Corolla, so more room for three). We shall see but looking at the forecast it doesn't seem as though it will begin to clear this morning.
Although I am still missing my little four-legged friend I must say I am pleased I don't have to take her for a morning walk this morning - I think it would have been an 'out in the back garden' morning and, bless her, she wouldn't have cared for that.