I remember the great storm of '87. We were hit with such strong winds, the country woke up to find trees, roofs and vehicles were not where we left them, nor where they in the same number of pieces. It will stick in my mind because at the time I worked for a local shop and the next morning was out cycling through the devastation delivering newspapers.
The Met Office has issued an amber warning to our region as many hours of hurricane force winds and heavy rain are forecast to hit us between 9pm tonight and 9am tomorrow. It is predicted to be the worst storm since that dreadful destruction of '87. To say I am anxious about what will happen to the Rescue, an outdoor arrangement of sheds surrounded by old trees, is an understatement. We have had hutches blown over in previous storms, we even had a tree come down and narrowly miss rabbit accommodation one year, but this one is set to be much, much worse. I feel bad that I couldn't get to the Rescue to help secure everything today and quite frankly, I think I am going to feel sick with worry until I hear from Caroline tomorrow.
At home, I am at least thankful that I currently have no outdoor bunnies to worry about. That said, I did need to spend some time this afternoon removing the tarpaulin from the run and securing anything else that looked like it might catch the wind to minimise the risk of damage. Then, just when I thought I was done and could head indoors...
OK Whisky, I'll get my coat...[sigh].