Saturday, January 04, 2014


The storms continued to blast the coastal regions. Again, the Gorse Fox was glad to be a little further inland than last year (and 20 metres or so higher, above sea level). Touch wood, we have not been affected, but must comment on the extent of the thunder we have heard over the past few nights and how load the hail was when it rattled through.

The new house is only a couple of metres above sea level, on the old alluvial plane between the Downs and the sea. However, the area is criss-crossed with drainage ditches, pumping stations, and a huge balancing pond. Recent weather has suggested that this should not be impacted in any way buy such pluvial excess, but the Gorse Fox would guess that it may affect the build schedule until the house is water-tight.

Pistol Pete and young Jake were heading for St Mary's to watch the Saints play Burnley in the Cup. The Urban-cub decided that she would rather spend the afternoon with us, than sitting in the windswept terraces. So it was that she arrived around mid-day and had a quiet afternoon as we chatted and settled down in front of a film.

Keeping an eye on the score, we saw it see-saw 1-0, 2-0, 2-1, 2-2, 3-2, 4-2, 4-3 and realised what a tense last few minutes there must have been... but at least they  had seen lost of goals and Saints had won. Game over, Urban cub took over the kitchen a prepared a huge lasagne ready for their return.
This was an excuse to open out our kitchen table to its full size, for the first time. We were pleased to see that it would easily accommodate 6, though only 5 were present today.

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