I spent the day safely cocooned at home, pottering, making soup, enjoying my temporary captivity. Occasionally I looked out into the gloom, watching the rain sheet sideways, listening to the ever increasing howl of the wind. On days such as these I think of those outside, unprotected from the elements; the homeless, the rescue services, the crazy gardeners who don’t know when to give up and go home. Then I usually sigh, mentally wish them well and count my blessings. And it is due to get worse. Another storm is approaching. Storm Doris, not a terribly scary title, I feel they could have done much better. Daphne perhaps or Desdemona or even Doreen. Whatever her name, I hope she decides to take it easy on us.
This Woodwardia radicans won’t be complaining about the constant mist we have experienced over the last few days, it will be well and truly revelling in it.
Stay safe everyone.