B says we seem to have come away at the right time.
|Through the Archway|
Here in West there has been mist and great cloud here succeeded by cracking thunder and lightening. But the thundre came happened after we went to bed and we hung out of the window to watch the gutter gushing with water running down the street.
Then the next morning we woke up to a bit of cloud, a bit of sun, a bit of drizzle. The legend here is 'four weathers in a day'.
And no flooding,
|The road down|
(The Telegraphs are mounting up at home - will provide my news junkie with his 21 paper fix when we arrive home again).
|Down the gutter|
But the point is that the deluge of water from the storm runs down in a gutter, down the hill and into the sea. Doesn't seem to invade the houses. So here in the big house we won't be suffering the fate of Ikea in the Metro Centre.
|And into the sea|
Now the sun is shining and the sky is blue and we're off to a place called Schull* where lots of artists and writers have found some refuge. Maybe - however briefly - I'll feel at home.
Wish you were here
* (later) We didn't go to Schull. We went to Cape Clear the most Southerly island of these islands. More anon.