Return of the Bawbag.

I was rudely woken up early today by the wind howling against the windows. It seems Hurricane Bawbag returned! And on the last day of my hols to boot.

When the wind died down a bit me and Emma went for a walk into town, on the way we saw loads of smashed chimneys, up turned bins and this; a bus shelter that took a pounding.

Prince St. wasn't much better; saw a shop shut because it's roof had been torn off.

In other news back to work tomorrow. Early start for me....