An old football manager's cliche, 'a game of two halves' but it really does sum up last weekend. Saturday, when I couldn't get on the bank to go fishing was absolutely idyllic and made you think 'what could possibly go wrong?' Then on Saturday night into very early Sunday morning the storm arrived and boy-oh-boy did it blow, if you were mad enough to fish some of the drains you'd need to be roped to a stake hammered into the sloping bank. There is not a lot of shelter from the elements in Fenland.
The view above of the lonely tree in the middle of a massive field was taken on Saturday morning and all looks quiet and peaceful, tranquil you could say. The view below was taken through the window of my little studio on Sunday morning and the winds are still building up to a promised crescendo in the middle of the afternoon. That'll be something to look forward to, just for good measure the Met Office is promising rain too, I wonder if those poplars will survive the onslaught.
Despite the wind I did walk the two terriers on Sunday morning and I have to say that they didn't look impressed, even low to the ground a having four legs they were struggling to keep their balance. I think they're both curled up in their respective beds with their paws over their ears now, we may well scrub the afternoon walk and let the storm blow itself out.
It's a weekend of two halves alright, I suppose that next it will be a power cut and just for good measure here comes the rain, truly biblical rain.
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