Up to now (10.33) we have been fairly lucky with the expected weather. There has been a lot of rain over night and the field opposite is flooded, but now, although it looks very stormy and the wind is blowing a gale, the sun keeps pushing through the big black clouds. So we are hoping the worst is over. About five or six years ago our village flooded very badly and several of my friends had their houses badly under water - we just hope that this doesn't happen again.
I think we are all stunned by the happenings in Paris on Friday evening; to think that while the farmer and I were watching the beautiful photographs such carnage was taking place relatively near at hand. And of course, the venues chosen were where young people gather in the main, just as the perpetrators were themselves young men. There is a circle of death and destruction which just goes on and on and gets bigger and bigger. Bombs rain down on beautiful cities like Aleppo, which is now no more than a shell; its people flee and create a huge tide of refugees fleeing to countries of which they really know so little and to a climate which is so different from their own. Those tiny terrified faces of the children haunt me sometimes in the night. One feels helpless. One side creates mayhem so the other side creates bigger mayhem. Where will it all end?