Friday, 13 November 2015

abigails puddles, 13th November 2015

whipped by abigail...... not as kinky as it might sound........ or should I call you abi'gale for you are a one for your gales and gusts and tantrums........ welcome to whereverland, wherever we are by now probably blown off course by abigail........ hurricane abigail of course making its presence known big time..... yesterday a drive around the coast confronting lashing rain I bounced from tyre to tyre past views of savage, ravenous sea with waves the size of waves! splattering weather-worn, battered beach and cliff while shingle mingles tangled weed spat out and discarded.... every sheep perched military-like backs to the oncoming, heads down munching trying not to think how cold their bums must be........ my journey involved roads as rivers, puddles the size of russian president putin's ego, wheelie bins appearing and wheeling themselves out of nowhere followed by recycling bins strewn courtesy of thoughtless refuse-collectors who just leave them wherever and however after emptying, even in this weather!.... humph!...... admittedly aggravated by a clumsy recycling system implemented by our 'glorious' county council.... but that's another story for another time....... tractors!... oh yes..... this weather bring them out in force.... patience, patience.... they make one very philosophically zen behind the wheel, and behind them!......... traffic lights!.... oh yes, what is a road without obligatory roadworks... but then where would roads be without them, so hey-ho......... 'twas a veritable grey-out out there, and still is, as I put pedal to the metal and cut through all the anguish and angst noticing how bizarrely varied petrol prices are around the island....... the lowest being £1.05 a litre, highest, a whopping £1.28!.... within 5 miles of each other... what the....! ....... abigail's still here, we spent the night together....... boundless energy, I'll give her that!

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