Between the windy bits

Finally, finally we have our new chimney flue, which means that some time between now and the twelfth of never we just might get our stove fitted.

There was a lull in the storm to let the boys get up on the roof and drop the flue down. Just as they were finishing, this great curved red line came across the sky, just like you see on weather maps, with big black triangles in front, and pulling enormous clouds behind it. And the clouds brought rain torrential, and rain horizontal. And everyone went home, job done.