Last night in bed I regretted my decision to pull out of going. After all, I thought, we've had many a worst storm in Fron. I could hardly hear the wind or rain and thought it was worse when I was on the beach on Wednesday ... but the words of the TV news presenters earlier in the evening "risk of death" and the risk alarm to my phone were just the beginning of the doubts. I knew I wouldn't be able to get through the top gate alone, which again meant asking for help, and I just couldn't ask him. I doubted I could hold the doors of the van and get the girls in ... but my biggest fear was leaving a disabled man with 6 dogs in such weather. Yes, tell him to stay indoors, but the coal bucket needs filling, the dog poo needs cleaning ... the seeds of doubt escalated too far in my mind for me to be able to go. As I said the other day, what I have here is my priority. Of course what I hadn't realised whilst lying in my bed in relative silence was that the wind was hitting the gable end of the cottage and that the noise in the living room was almost unbearable .... yes this was quite a storm, and then there was Zeus... well that calls for its own post!!!!
