Thursday, September 24, 2009

Storms arrive in Malta & Gozo.

I spoke to a neighbour yesterday about the important things going on in the village of Munxar, things like how busy the village has been with tourists this year when the rest of the island is complaining that fewer tourist have been arriving here since the world recession. The conversation then drifted on to the weather, (it's not just the British that talk about the weather you know) and she asked me if I had heard about the storms arriving tomorrow night? no says I.

Sure enough 12 hours later force 8 gales hit our shores here, the aftermath consisted of damaged cars, fallen trees, collapsed walls, boats breaking away from the moorings and crashing on the rocks.

Fortunately for us here in the farmhouse we suffered no more inconvenience than a puddle of water on the bedroom floor, a result of the horizontal rain finding it's way past the window, and a few broken plants in the garden. And now today is a beautiful warm day again. That reminds me I must fish those leaves out of the pool.

"Don't knock the weather. If it didn't change once in a while, nine out of ten people couldn't start a conversation." Kin Hubbard

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