Down in Patagonia

What a day! The wind is howling at a fierce rate. The worst since the infamous Hurricane Charlie and in fact in some exposed spots the wind velocity was within a few miles per hour of being classified in the hurricane category. Trees down all over the place. High sided vehicles simply toppled over. Cars flattened by the aforementioned falling trees. Roofs being lifted off buildings. Garden sheds exploding in fragments. Just about everything. We even had a mini tornado up country this morning.
It was so bad that my boss called a meeting at 4pm and instructed everybody to get out of the building within 5 minutes and get home.

This shot was taken on the way home. This is not the open sea but the sheltered inner harbour. I'm glad I wasn't a sailor today.
The only reason for the strange title is that as I was loading it from memory card to PC, a song of that name by Paul Cronin was being played on the radio. The harbour, it seemed to me, was probably as wild as that most Southerly and windswept part of the world.

Oh! and yes, the television has stopped working. I suspect that the wind has damaged the satellite dish.