Oh what a night

My twin nephews and I walked through the Royal Pavilion gardens in Brighton, looking at all the uprooted trees.

“Some of these trees are hundreds of years old. Do you know how old that is?”

“I do, I do!” One exclaimed.

“Okay, how old is that then?” I asked

“It was before God was born.”

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In 1987 my identical twin nephews were about 6 at the time and in one fell swoop, England lost over 15 million (no exaggeration) trees to a hurricane that was never even forecast. The weather man became (in) famous for telling a woman who had phoned in to ask if there was a hurricane on its way, not to worry but he added, that there may be a little bit of wind overnight.  Michael Fish (the BBC  weather forecaster) never lived it down.

It was the worst storm England had seen in 300 years!

There was damage to housing, businesses, cars, and land that spread its devastation right across most of the whole of southern England. I had never seen anything like it before in my lifetime. Some of the trees were hundreds of years old and had been ripped out of the ground as if they were nothing, roots and all. Lamp posts were bent double and crashed onto parked cars. The damage was dreadful and, 22 people died.

Although I hated the damage, I was also fascinated about what buried treasures there may be under the trees, in earth which hadn’t seen the light of day in all those years. Little bits of history and such, such as old coins, or pottery etc.  We looked but we never found anything.
My twins saying that it was so precious, I’ve never forgotten it.

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Here and There

Been living in Canada now since January 2002 and raising my late partner’s child but, miss England and my family there so much at times.
Joining Facebook has helped bring them closer because at least I can see all of their new pictures and read their updates each day but, sometimes it’s hard to be so far away from them all, especially when they are feeling a bit low.
Still, I’m grateful for what I have here and count myself blessed to be raising a child that I never would have had if I’d remained in England.
We live near here and, it’s truly a gentle, beautiful, magical island.