Goodness me, it's windy out there today!
According to the French weather service, there is a huge storm blowing off the Atlantic, slamming into the west coast of France. They've called for winds gusting up to 14o kph (87 mph) and several departements are under a severe weather alert.
The amazing thing is, we are MILES from the west coast but it sounds as if our roof is well and truely being freed from the ties that bind. Every crack, bang and boom has me jumping nervously to the window to see if there are any tiles flying around the garden.
I had thought about putting some clothes outside to dry this morning, but when I saw that the clothes rack had flipped over and started dancing on all limbs towards the front gate, I figured maybe it wasn't such a good idea after all.
Not too long ago, Anouk came out of the dog house for a couple of minutes to bark at the trash bin. The wind was flapping the lid up and down and Anouk seemed convinced that her mighty Siberian bark would make it stop. When the wind finally toppled the whole bin over, Anouk tucked tail and ran as fast as a greyhound back to the dog house. Typhon glanced over at her with that, "you're such a silly dog" look on his face.
I can hear the wind whistling down the chimneys now, blowing our fires hot and furious. It's howling out there and I am really glad we live miles from the western coast.