Which is worse – not knowing what the weather is going to throw at us over a twenty-four hour period, or knowing – and dreading – what is on the way? Friday was wet, very wet, hail, windy, with sunny spells: the prelude to Storm Arwen. As we moved from a Yellow to an Amber warning with a risk of flooding (not a problem for me) and power cuts (which usually are), then to a Red warning for wind, I spent yesterday filling flasks with hot water, baskets with logs, and buckets with coal (smokeless fuel) for the wood-burner. I like to be prepared!
Apologies that this week’s Six on Saturday (hosted by The Propagator) begins with storm damage and repairs. We could have done without it.
First, the Potting Shed. We lost one plastic sheet from the roof overnight. Luckily, at 6.15 this morning, I spotted it lying in the field so we were out in our dressing gowns scaling the wall to retrieve it. The other end was loose too, so preventative measures in the form of a couple of battens and several screws hopefully mean this roof will last until next year when it is due to be replaced.
Eileen's Tiny Welsh Garden 