When we got up this morning we thought that the tail-end of Gonzalo had missed us, as it was a pleasant morning. But no, it just hadn't arrived. Later in the morning it arrived in force; there is a very strong gale blowing and one minute it is brilliant, glishy sunshine, the next minute pouring with rain. I can't stand up outside the kitchen door, so I am staying put today. Even Tess was reluctant to go out with the farmer for her lunch-time walk.
I had thought to go and visit friend M this afternoon, but have been unable to raise her on the telephone so I decided to stay at home. As I had one of my periodic bad nights, perhaps it is just as well. One thing is for sure - there is hardly a leaf to be seen on a single deciduous tree visible from my kitchen window. Left to the wind all the leaves come off and (hopefully) the wind sweeps them into heaps too. As I once read an old man said, "I don't bother sweeping up the leaves in Autumn, I leave old Borealis to do it for me" (Borealis being the North wind).