Is it Windsday Piglet?

In the past 24 hours we’ve had five noticeable tremors.  We’re not quite sure when we’re supposed to stand in a doorway.

The autumn wind is so strong that it’s rattling the iron in the roof.  The curtains are being blown through the closed windows.  Life in a hundred year old house is forever moving.

Three plastic bags were sucked up into the atmosphere like escaping helium balloons.  I hate to think what this wind will be like with the winter chill behind it.

In fact it’s been so windy that the chicken next door laid the same egg three times.