Calm Before ….

…. The Storm.
I’ve not quite got my head around why storms are given benign names. This weekends is ‘Bertie’ and promises more destruction and damage, not too much I hope.
The beach huts were moved weeks ago, I’ve lost count of the number of times they have been replaced through storm damage, now stored in the car park safe.
A return to Treliske with Richard, kind of good for both of us, he gets treated, I get to read my book uninterrupted for forty minutes or so. A coffee once it’s over, the drive home and we go our separate ways until Fridays coffee.