The calm before the storm, yes another one is on its way

Another evening of high winds and torrential downpours, there just isn't any respite, although this morning at 6am the rain had stopped and the sun had come out. Just.
But have noticed that the fence along one side of the garden is now smashed into tinder wood and  litters the garden, covering plants and shrubs.
Then again, its nothing compared to the people on the Somerset levels, who have had to vacate their properties. What a mess.




Its not just the horrendous water, polluted with sewage that causes the damage, although thats bad enough, destroying house contents and cherished memories. Its also the hidden damage that is going on out of sight. Sink holes are opening up, houses are collapsing due to the foundations being washed away.
Life as we know it is changing.  And still people say that its got nothing to do with climate change!





This sink hole opened up the other day on the M2. The main motorway between Canterbury and London was closed for three days.

On a lighter note. A friend sent me this joke the other day and its worth reading through to the end.

A golfer playing in Ireland hooks his drive deep into the woods. Looking for

his ball, he finds a tiny Leprechaun flat on his back unconscious, a big bump

on his head and the golfer's ball beside him.

Horrified, the golfer gets his water bottle from the cart and pours it over the

little guy, reviving him.

“Arrgh, what happened?” the Leprechaun asks groggily.

“I’m so sorry, I'm afraid I hit you with my golf ball,” the golfer replies.

“Oh, I see. Well, ye got me fair and square, laddie. Ye get 3 wishes, so

whaddya want?”

“Thank Goodness you're all right!” the golfer answers with relief, “I don't want

anything, I'm just glad you're okay and I humbly apologize.”

With that, the golfer walks off and resumes his game.

“What a nice guy,” the Leprechaun says to himself, “I must do something for

him. I know, I'll give him the 3 things I would want... a great golf game, all the

money he ever needs and a sensational sex life.”

A year goes by and the golfer is back. On the same hole as previously, he again

hooks a drive into the woods and the tiny Leprechaun is there waiting for him.

“Twas me that made ye hit the ball here,” the little guy says, “I just want to ask

ye, how's yer golf game these days?”

“My game is just fantastic!” the golfer answers, “I'm an internationally famous

golfer now.” He adds, “By the way, it's good to see you're all right.”

“Oh, I'm fine now, thank ye. I did that fer yer golf game, you know. And tell me,

how's yer money situation?”

“Why, it's just amazing!” says the golfer states, “When I need any cash, I just

reach in my pocket and pull out $100 bills I didn't even know were there!’

“Well, I did that fer ye also. And tell me, how's yer sex life, laddie?”

The golfer blushes, turns his head away in embarrassment, and says shyly, 'It's

okay, I guess.”

“C'mon, c'mon now,” urges the Leprechaun, “I'm wanting to know if I did a good

job for ye. How many times a week?”

Blushing even more, the golfer looks around then whispers, “Once, sometimes

twice a week.”

“What!” responds the Leprechaun in shock, “That's all? Only once or twice a

week?”

“Well,” says the golfer, “That's not bad for a Catholic priest in a small parish.”







Some times the simplest ideas are so obvious, but it takes a great man to spell it out






A birds eye view - Meskendir Valley, Turkey ( Beng Lieu Song)

 


 Venice






 Maze at Longleat, England