Last Saturday's storm is being claimed as a natural catastrophe as numerous buildings were damaged, though fortunately not ours. I was in a shop this morning that had been affected. It is all very well having a foot of insulation in the roof, but when it gets wet, it becomes very heavy and brings down an awful lot of stuff with it! Not pretty and not good for the shop keeper!
If you track down WIRED you will find an article about the increasing cost of lightening to buildings and insurance across the world, using the marvellous example of Mutton's Mill in the Norfolk Broads, which has had lightening conductors fitted to all four sails to prevent significant damage in a storm (perhaps try googling Farrell of the Broads Authority to find the story).
[Mutton's Mill, photo credit, Andrew Farrell]
Since the storm, temperatures have got steadily colder, although there are nice sunny days. Rebus has spotted that the best autumn billet is on top of the beer fridge, as there is no heating on anywhere else and his fur coat is quite thin!
This cold autumnal weather means good sunsets in general, and also nice evenings to stand out and watch bats flitting around, hoovering up all the flies and other winged nasties that come out after dark. We have at least two types that zoom around our house and garden, and actually the area is well known for its significant bat colonies, with protected caves where they overwinter.
Today (Saturday - I am writing this in advance - see below for why) was the annual Societé de la Paix Mechoui or animal roast, but in practice it is always a pig roast. Festivities start from midday with people turning up for the aperitif and to admire lunch cooking.
Then everyone gets herded onto two long tables for more aperitifs, starters, the main event of spit roast pork with beans and ratatouille, rounding off the meal with cheese and apple tart. We generally get home at about 6pm after coffee. It is a wonderful way to meet people, to share village life and gossip and to feel part of something. Every year is a bit different, even if the menu doesn't change, and we wouldn't miss it for the world.
Tomorrow I head for England, to see chums and family, and possibly even Mutton's Mill, so next week's story will be very different. Have a good week!