Well, after much macho, Alpha Male posturing and threatening, Irma’s mate Jose stamped his foot, flipped his cape and turned north in plenty of time to miss us head on and to act out the worst of his anger over the Atlantic. Phew! What a blessing! Our small island has had quite enough to deal with.
When I look at the radar picture showing Barbuda in the eye of Hurricane Irma and us just thirty-nine miles to the south my stomach churns and I break out into a cold sweat.
Radar picture showing Barbuda right in Irma’s eye.
And still … Read the rest »
During the school holidays when we were children, the Sister and I used to get Our Mum to make us jam sandwiches and we’d take them and a plastic flask filled with water, or if we were really lucky, Tizer, and go into the garden or over the park to have An Adventure. We never really knew what An Adventure was; we’d just knew that’s what the Famous Five and the Secret Seven did so we followed suit.
In sixth form I was the first to put her name down for the school trip to Majorca because I knew it … Read the rest »
It’s 4.15am and I am wide awake.
Today’s the day. Irma will be passing too close for comfort late this afternoon through the evening and night and into tomorrow. Already I can hear the wind outside as she starts to make her presence known. I was awoken by a phone call from my neighbour S who was in the departure lounge at Gatwick North, waiting to board her flight here. She asked me to check on a couple of things for her. And, once awake, it’s been impossible to get back to sleep so I’ve spent the last hour online … Read the rest »