Before the storm, kite flying

A wander of the woods led us this afternoon to the highest point, by the water tower, to catch the gusts of wind powering in from the west with our little kite. Walking down the seventh hole, I wondered how many of the fine trees we could see would still be standing tomorrow. On the other hand, it is now 9.25pm and the much-vaunted violent storm does not seem to have made landfall in the West Midlands, at least.