Storm Dudley, Storm Eunice, Storm Franklin and Steffi.
Tuesday morning was very wet. While J finished off the tiling tidy up, I computed and started preparing for a talk I’ve been asked to do about my travels in Nepal.
Usual work week, with VWW and Family Zoom.
The main events of the week were the trio of storms, Eunice bringing 60+mph winds for most of Friday, with Franklin following up overnight Sunday and into Monday morning with 50+mph winds. Dudley’s passing through on Wednesday has faded into dim and distant memory.
We – and the house and the trees – survived, although Steffi’s long weekend visit got cut short due to there being no TfW trains running at all on Friday. Very wise. Saturday afternoon proved a better time, and I picked her up from Hereford on Saturday evening.
We managed a blustery, invigorating walk along the lanes on Sunday (Camp Crossroads – Duffryn – Cockyard – Kerrys Gate), and out again on Monday afternoon once the winds had died down to 20+mph (Bacton Square).
Confined inside, we indulged in some daytime telly watching – Lupin. Excellent! It surprised me how wrong the voices sounded in the dubbed version Netflix offered to start with. Original cast + subtitles was much better. I’ve promised S that I’ll save the last 3 episodes until she’s next here.
In other news: crunch time along the Ukraine-Russia border and COVID “freedom” announced, in which our Partygate Prime Minister has the brazen balls to tell us “We don’t need laws to compel people to be considerate to others. We can rely on that sense of responsibility towards one another”.
By the end of the week, most of the snowdrops had started to fade but they’re being replaced by plenty of daffodil bulbs just waiting for a bit of warmer weather to bloom.
Four tomato seedlings have joined the lemongrass seedlings in the windowsill propagators.
Photos: Herefordshire week 112 on Flickr.
Phil: w/e 2022-02-20.