Well, that was blustery. Yesterday, according to Windfinder, the wind was up to force six. Felt more like force 16 at our house, with the roof tiles rattling in new ways, the aircon unit vibrating up on the roof, and the windows shuddering as though a freight train was coming through. Strangely, the shutters didn’t come away from their moorings and start banging about, but all kinds of things were flying through the air. Across the water, the sea was smashing against the rocks at Nimos and along the coast, and I didn’t see any boats venture out. My phone camera doesn’t do it justice, you; need the sound to go with the sight, but it’s better than nothing.
The spray was blowing inland across the top of the water in great gusts, and there was plenty of white blown up and about. Among all this wind was half the Sahara Dessert, apparently. [It’s made with whipped cream, sponge and custard, a little like a triffle. Of course, I meant to write Desert and trifle…] There’s a great big cloud of very fine dust being blown across Europe as far north as the top of Italy, and although it happens every year and more than once, this year apparently, it’s bigger than before. The government have issued health warnings for anyone sensitive to fine dust, I guess, and the next time it rains, we’ll probably get what they call ‘red rain’, where the sand dust washes down from the atmosphere. It might mean you have to clean your outside surfaces afterwards, but at least it gets the stuff out of the air.
Today, though, it’s as calm as you like at, at seven in the morning, already 18 degrees. It’s hazy out there, but a good day for a short walk which I will do later before continuing with chapter four of the new book. That’s after I’ve done a little publicity to try and sell the others, and after I’ve posted my last photo of the week, the neat line of bikes on the top of the Pedi road. Made me wonder what was going on, except nothing was going on, it was simply where local folk park. Have a good weekend.
