An imperfect storm

Laying in bed watching a grey dawn break and reading boaters blogs.  Sensible people have been preparing for the predicted storm.  Solar panels have been strapped down, items have been removed from roofs, boats have been moored away from trees, ropes have been checked, hatches have been battened.

I did look at the wind direction and decided the tree next to my boat would land on my car and not the boat so maybe it would be a good idea to move my car. I didn’t get around to moving the car.  Until I read some blogs this morning I didn’t even think of removing planks and poles from the roof. I didn’t think to check the ropes. I haven’t got a hatch to batten.

This morning the wind doesn’t seem very powerful, the ropes are giving occasional creaks and groans.  The rain is sporadically hammering on the roof but here on The Nene the weather doesn’t seem much different from the last few days, if anything the wind seems quieter.

I’ve just looked out and the chimney, planks and poles and brooms are still on the roof. My car is tree free.   So it was just as well that I didn’t take time out from reading a crappy novel to prepare for a storm that seems to have passed us by.  I was right in having a good nights sleep and not laying awake worrying about the consequences of extreme weather.  I just wish I’d remembered to bring my full coal scuttle and box of kindling in out of the rain.