Pearls of rain were rolling down the windows first thing. The wind was picking up and it promises to be an "active day" on the weather front.
Cousteau-cub started the day with a rain soaked walk across Brighton to find that she had arrived at her destination 45 mins before it opened. Then just missed her train to bring her here.
Silver Vixen is driving back from Bkhm through apalling conditions. So much spray is being thrown up that it is like driving through low cloud.
The wind has picked up and is howling round, driving the rain almost horizontally across the "Gorse". The gutters can't cope with the volume of water. The cover has blown off the garden furniture - but the Gorse Fox is not going to re-cover it until the weather calms down a bit. I must say, that it's quite exhilarating... but then I am cocooned in the warmth and comfort of my study.
Cousteau-cub arrived and spent the first hour drying off and warming up. Then went to bed (she had been on night duty).
The Silver Vixen got home safely, though had driven past several fallen trees on the way home.
At work the project-trolls have been up to absolutely nothing and it looks as if the contract won't get into today's review process. I am incandescent at the moment, and there is nobody to contact in order to move things forward.
Having spent all afternoon chasing and cajoling I must conclude that They've won. I give in. The Project Prevention Office and their trolls have prevailed.
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