Babbacombe beach.

Well last night wasn't much fun. Had hardly any sleep and when I did I dreamt about the garden being blown to bits. The wind was so loud it sounded almost like thunder. The fence made it through the night much to my amazement, but the old apple tree didn't. Horizontal is not how we left it. Gave it a drastic haircut today and wedges it back up on some wooden supports. I don't think the roots were broken, just that the ground is so wet and squidgy, hoping it'll pull through, so nice to have established trees in the garden.

Also had to bury a dead pigeon that had crawled into a corner to try and escape the storm but not made it through the night :(

Considering I took this day off work to get delivery of a new mac, I didn't expect to be carrying out tree surgery and animal burials! I did manage to fit in some time to start a new painting and do a bit of photo faffing - like this one of Babbacombe Beach.

Fingers crossed the trains are sorted tomorrow...