Breezing through

A storm punched its way across the coastal plain rattling tiles, and scattering debris on the roads. Rain seemed to explode against the windows as we spent the evening taking calls and working on Parish business. It was noisy as we went to bed and the Gorse Fox expected sleep to be disturbed.

It wasn't. By morning the sun was out, a few shredded clouds littered the sky, and them storm had ameliorated to a stiff breeze. The office was quiet as many colleagues were involved in a client demo... GF was able to return to his gap analysis.