March has roared into April and although the velocity of the wind has reduced considerably it is still blowing a gale.
The last evening of March brought an absolute brahma of a dramatic sky as the sun was setting and inevitably we were expecting some truly dramatic weather to go with it. In the end all we got was a little splash of rain and the storm tracked off elsewhere to give somebody else a real battering.
That's a sky that would have stopped JMW Turner in his tracks but I think he would have had to tie himself to a fence post or tree and cement the easel into the ground before setting up his canvass and catching the fleeting moment.
Now it's finally all quiet on the West Norfolk front.