The storm was vicious when it hit, around midnight. Throughout the night it got progressively worse - rattling tiles on the roof, causing the joists to creak, and howling like a banshee who has just stubbed their toe on a door frame.
As dawn broke, the Gorse Fox gave up and got up. Sleep had not been an option throughout the night - so he may as well start moving about. Despite the fury, the only evident damage is a plastic trellis that is flapping loose and a stack of garden chairs that has fallen over. Let's hope everyone has been so lucky.
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