Red room

I always enjoy staying at Vanessa's. Good food and conversation, and you are surrounded by books and interesting and beautiful things (Vanessa, of course, included!)

This is her sitting room.

The day dawned bright(ish), and NOT windy, so we talked ourselves into the notion that we were on the edge of the storm. We would escape, as Hector blew all around.

So it was that 4pm came, and I found myself barely able to stand, putting fuel into the car at what felt like the windiest and most exposed spot in the South Mainland. It was a major feat just holding onto the car door, as dear H tried to rip it off its hinges.

I did carry on working but with some careful parking to take the wind direction into account.