After the Storm

At 7 this morning the storm reached it's peak in the west of Scotland and it was hard to sleep with slates crashing to the ground with a sound like breaking dinner plates. Another pillow over my head did not dampen the noise and the shuddering of the house with every gust could still be felt. If I had known that Rosaumund was too frightened to sleep and had got up I would have joined her in the lounge but eventually I was able to nod off back to sleep.

Once we had all got up and had a very delicious breakfast we went out on a blip hunt which turned into a hunt for the scene of greatest devastation. There were still cars at funny angles in the car park down at the seafront that had been buffeted about by the sea, The containers stacked in Ocean Terminal, Greenock had been tossed about in the gale and some had fallen like dominos on top of each other.

This scene above shows the remains of a small boat that had been tossed about at the high tide which had flooded up to a level beyond the hedge. The sea had ripped up the brick pavement and scattered the bricks everywhere. We passed a building that had a hole ripped in the side of it. It seems like the weather patterns are very turbulent and can wreck havoc anywhere. Although the damage caused was on a very small scale it leaves you feeling like anything can happen at any time.

I am going to try and get back to Inverness in the morning. I hope that it has all settled down by then!