Waking up this morning I wondered if Trudi and I had been transported to the Land of OZ! The weather bomb hitting us in a last ditch attempt to remind us that we are still in the throes of winter, attacked my little house with a vengence last night.
It started to rain buckets around 5pm last night, accompanied by a ferocious easterly wind. While we sit a few hundred meters from the beach the hill behind us acts as a wind funnel….and sweeps in off the beach, circles the bay with the hill behind us and culminates in mini twisters along the side of my house. We were first alerted to this when the deckchairs were rearranged (tipped over and spun around) about 8pm….and the rain.
The whistling of the wind against the back of the house and down the side meant we were in for an interesting night. I send thanks to my Roofer who secured a new roof on this house about a year ago…..and our plumber who dug drains along the back of the house to divert the waterfalls off the hill. However for the first time this winter, I do have a garage half full of water.
Sleep was a light one, with the storm hitting my back bedroom wall and all I could think about was if one of the 100 foot trees behind me came down we would have a very short house! But apart from a few broken branches and probably gutters fill of trees bits we are still in one piece.
Many years ago and not very far away, there was a Bonnici day out childrens party, when George (Toto) was a baby, Daniel the tinman, Dane the Scarecrow, Jaxon the Lion and I was Dorothy….all outfits made by Mary and I….for a moment last night I thought I might be transported back to that time.
So now it rains, it blows, but we are still able to be locked down in our house….actually a treat as we hardly wish to step outside, and we did not get to meet the Wizard!
All who wander are not Lost girls 