The storm of two days ago and the subsequent tidal surge all down the East coast of the country has been pretty devastating for a lot of people, particularly in the run-up to Christmas. The South Yorkshire coast and the coast of Lincolnshire have been particularly badly hit and some houses have been washed away. What a nightmare it must have been.
Now the weather is back to "normal" and it is as though the storm has never been, apart from branches off trees. There are quite a few of what the farmer calls "Nature's Prunings" around our fields and they always come in handy for winter logs once they have dried out.
Meanwhile, the cows are snug and warm in their barn and to satisfy those of you who asked, the farmer took a couple of photographs of them. Once they get in that straw and out of the wind, and their food is provided twenty four hours a day, I think they imagine they have died and gone to heaven.
This morning friend W and I have been to the village monthly coffee morning in the Village Hall. There was a goodly crowd there, including one or two newcomers to the village - which is good as it is a good way to meet everyone. There was a cheerful log fire burning in the grate and I think we all enjoyed it. K provided hot mince pies with a topping of brandy butter as a little extra and they were scrummy.
The farmer meanwhile, well wrapped up, is shooting today. As I write this I can hear the guns in the background. The local Hunt called to say they would be hunting our fields today but when the farmer told them that we would be shooting they changed their minds. I suppose the sound of the guns gives the fox too much warning of approaching danger. I was just pleased that any foxes in our area would get a reprieve.
Our local market town is holding a fun day today. There is an ice rink in the Market Place, a Craft tent with presents to buy, the local brass band is playing, Santa has a Grotto and is switching the Christmas lights on at 5pm this evening - it's all happening and I am sure the children will love it. They have even relaxed parking charges for the day. I am steering clear - I have no desire to see Santa in his Grotto, my Christmas shopping is finished and I am sure that my ice-skating days are over (they actually never started).
Call me Mrs Grinch if you like, but I shall sit by the fire when I have taken Tess for her walk in a few minutes.
Keep warm and snug and have a lovely weekend.