A tornado
In hermit mode.
A tornado skirted the coast this morning. I went for a walk down by the sea a couple of hours afterwards. I wish I had seen it. For most of my life I have had a recurring dream about tornadoes, though I have never seen one with my own eyes. Despite this, it was a wonderful blustery day with a choppy sea and scudding clouds. I took a few photos.
Then I bought a proper boy's book: Anthony Beevor's Berlin The Downfall 1945, having enjoyed his one on Stalingrad a while ago. Happily read about Nazis and the Red Army for a few hours and also slept lots in the afternoon, squeezing in a couple of Fraziers. Did no writing.
Thundery this evening, and I end this just about to watch Jane Eyre on the BBC.
In hermit mode.
A tornado skirted the coast this morning. I went for a walk down by the sea a couple of hours afterwards. I wish I had seen it. For most of my life I have had a recurring dream about tornadoes, though I have never seen one with my own eyes. Despite this, it was a wonderful blustery day with a choppy sea and scudding clouds. I took a few photos.
Then I bought a proper boy's book: Anthony Beevor's Berlin The Downfall 1945, having enjoyed his one on Stalingrad a while ago. Happily read about Nazis and the Red Army for a few hours and also slept lots in the afternoon, squeezing in a couple of Fraziers. Did no writing.
Thundery this evening, and I end this just about to watch Jane Eyre on the BBC.
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