Sirocco

It began on Wednesday night. It is due to continue until Sunday, by which time I can only assume that all the air from the African continent will be heaped up in piles at the North Pole. We are NOT having bonfires during this but the logging process continues with hair being kept well out of reach of chainsaws.

Homer used to adore these very high winds coming straight up the hillside at us. He used to run excitedly back and forth along the front of the house willing the gate to blow open. Taz, our little black tomcat, used to loathe them and would cry. I can't blame him for that though, wind-blown grit almost cost him an eye.