This is the second holiday hurricane for me. Ophelia blew into town so the day was spent under a blankie with a book, cheese, crackers and a whiskey.
My room has skylights so I lay on the sofa under the skylights watching the leaves blow overhead. There were a few crunching noises so it sounds like a few trees have succumbed to gravity. Guess we’ll see what that looks like tomorrow…
The Irish are taking it all in stride with declarations of ‘aye, it’ll be grand. I have a tractor to move the trees so no worries about the roads!’ The roads around the farm are quite similar to the ones around Kilcrohane – narrow as heck and LOTS OF TREES! Should be an interesting day tomorrow. Until then, I’m thanking all the gods that buildings here are made of stone and aren’t likely to blow off into the blue yonder any time soon. And if they do, we have a tractor.
