Dad always used to say March was in like a lion out like a lamb, or vice versa. .looks like it's out like a lion this year, it was roaring last night...
And I hate nights like that, where it's rattling the windows, making all the old farm buildings creak and groan. Because when you get up you're thinking. .now, what's blown away, what has no roof, what trees have I lost, how many panes of glass are gone in the greenhouse!
After a walk with the dog, nearly getting blown over...It would seem we've lost 4 panes of glass in the greenhouse, trees are still there, and although there's a lot of banging, the roofs are mainly intact!
My poor greenhouse!
See you soon x
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