The wind roared around the house all evening and through the night. It had lessened by the morning but all we could see through the windows today were clouds blowing across the garden. I did a little moss raking, well wrapped up and only doing the bit of lawn I could reach while remaining on the paving as the ground itself is soft and wet.
Even the yellow daffodils which are generally more robust have succumbed to the wet conditions and are drooping sadly. Mr Pheasant didn't look too happy either as he sat in the middle of the ponies' field.
The rest of the afternoon has been spent doing my usual chores and the ironing. Peter is watching the rugby once more, muttering darkly at the way England are playing and not winning at least at this point.