‘Lindsey said, ‘Speaking of being bored – what weather! It’s just as hot as summer.’
‘Jim didn’t like it much when we saw him in the morning', Tamzin said.
‘Not like it? Do they have to have it rough for fishing?’
‘He said it wouldn’t last. Said it was the kind of calm that hatched a hurricane.’
‘What, here?’ Lindsey said disbelievingly.
From Storm Ahead by Monica Edwards.
Here in Dorset today it’s not that hot and there is total cloud cover but it feels eerie. It’s very dark, with a horrid yellowish light in the sky and not a puff of air. My weather app. tells me that we can expect wind strength 40+ this afternoon and I dread it. By way of battening down the hatches, I’ve put a lot of pots inside the greenhouse to stop them blowing away and have my Kindle and iPad fully charged so that I can still read if there’s a power cut. Last time we had a storm, some bins (weighted with bricks!) flew round or over the house and landed in a garden over the road. A complete pane of my greenhouse glass landed on the ground, unbroken. Eek. Stay safe, everyone.
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