Having just listened to the week-end weather forecast I feel like drawing the curtains, lighting the wood-burning stove, cooking a large pan of soup and hunkering down.
I am not sure that 'naming' this year's storms is a good idea. Somehow just saying that a stormy week-end is in store for us doesn't sound as bad as saying that 'Abigail' is on her way over the Atlantic and is set to wreak havoc across the North West - the further North the worse it is set to get - with up to six inches of rain forecast for some areas.
We live on the Eastern side of the Pennines, so in theory should miss the very worst of it, but we shall have to wait and see. The farmer is abandoning his plans to walk on Saturday (I had planned to go out to lunch with friend W - and he insists he wants me to do this and he is happy to 'cope' on his own, so I shall take him up on that.)
You will see that I have put our local river, the Ure, on as my header as well as on the post below. If the forecast is as bad as it says it is going to be then the Ure will flood much more than this and York will end up with major flooding. I suppose it is the price we pay for living in such beautiful countryside with its hills, its dales, its becks and its rivers - you can't have one without the other.
The farmer is hurriedly cleaning out the loose housing, shovelling up the manure from last year with his large shovel on the front of his tractor. He has borrowed a massive tipping trailer from our friend and neighbouring farmer G and this afternoon has taken six trailer loads out into the field to make a long heap, where it will be left for the rest of the winter to rot down and mature.
By the beginning of next week the dry straw 'bed' will be down ready for in calf cows and heifers to arrive. If the fields are really wet then farmer A will want them off the grass and into warm and dry conditions to avoid foot problems.
If you live in the West of the UK then keep warm and dry and look forward to next week when it is set to improve a little.