As you may know, and as more local people will definitely know, we’re currently under storm Bryon, and the day is set to get worse. That’s one thing. Another is, when did all this storm naming start, or have we always had it? Do records really exist of the famous storm Æðelþryð of 590?
Whatever the weather holds for us today, we’re staying inside (apart from Neil popping out to feed the cats as long as it’s safe to do so). The wind isn’t cold, but it’s rattling things, and the rain hasn’t arrived yet, but the shutters are shut. As long as we don’t have to unplug everything because of lightning, I shall cosy up at my desk and write something, and later, cosy up on the sofa to watch something. (Currently trawling through Bake Off Professionals, The Traitors (done the UK, now on the USA), and various fantasy shows about vampires, the Jacobite Rebellion, werewolves, Vikings, witches and Gogglebox.)
I might come back in here and play the piano, pretending I’m that chap out of ‘The Legend of 1900’ who’s on a passenger liner, and playing the piano which is being waltzed around the ballroom by the heavy movement of the ship. We shall see, and we shall also see what Mr Byron brings us today. Meanwhile, a couple of better-weather images to change the subject.
