There’s a storm a-coming...

Had a great walk along the lockside yesterday. The sun was out and the mist was low, creating a weird shimmer and other-worldly effect on the water. The mountains across the far side were, for the most part, obscured by clouds (unintended Pink Floyd reference, there 😀) and it just looked surreal. There was no sign of any wildlife, save a solitary grouse in the field, and a flock of geese flying overhead in a straggly V.

I met an old guy from the village, out for his daily walk, and had quite a decent chat with him. Later, on the way back, I came across a little kid and his parents. He made them stay put while he walked on about 20 yards or so. As I passed him, he called back to them:

”You’re allowed to use your guns if you see any zombies.“

i turned round and shouted back:

”I’m not a zombie!”

He laughed; I’d made someone’s day 👍

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Martin Barre was back on at 9 o’clock, all electrified and not an acoustic guitar or mandolin to be seen; it’s great to see a guy in his 70s still rocking the stage like that. He’s one of the best and most underrated guitarists around, and long may it be so.

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This morning, all was quiet, the sun was glorious and there was none of yesterday’s mist; but now Storm Ciara has hit. Looking at the forecast, wherever I go I’m risking 4 days of 50mph winds with gusts up to 80, so I decided my best bet is to stick it out in the hotel car park; I‘m starting to book tables and giving “the camper van in the car park” as my room number...

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