If there were cobwebs to be blown away, then yesterday was the day to do it.
It really was a blowing away day, a good drying day if only you could have stopped the sheets from being ripped from the line and cast into the atmosphere. A Dorothy day as I call them; I almost expected to see an old woman on a bicycle riding high above the houses in the air. Trees down, waterfalls running backwards, huge waves at the seaside, and suddenly the leaves – which have been clinging on valiantly – are dropped all over the ground.
It really was a blowing away day, a good drying day if only you could have stopped the sheets from being ripped from the line and cast into the atmosphere. A Dorothy day as I call them; I almost expected to see an old woman on a bicycle riding high above the houses in the air. Trees down, waterfalls running backwards, huge waves at the seaside, and suddenly the leaves – which have been clinging on valiantly – are dropped all over the ground.
It’s an occasional thing, this getting hit by the tail end
of a hurricane; another example of the US bestowing us with their
leftovers. I don’t mean that in an unkind way, but honestly I think people
would be quite happy for them to keep it all to themselves. Of course, by the
time it hits us it’s just a bad storm, the hurricane all hurricaned out, hardly
any swish left in the tail, just a strong wind that’s all.
But I do so love a windy day.
But I do so love a windy day.
Sometimes, when I’m on the beach on a windy day, I pick up
carrier bags, hold them in the air to fill them with wind and when I let them
go they fly away along the beach all of a tumbling scatter. Once I found a huge
sheet of black polythene and spent a happy hour flying it like an untethered
flag on two strings, one in each hand, a plastic magic carpet floating above
the sand.
Walking home last evening I was treated to the sight of four
carrier bags playing chase high in the air above the roofs of the three storey
houses. Tesco, pound shop, Sainsbury; it almost seemed as if they were dancing
as they ducked and dived, not quite falling to earth, to be scooped up by
another gust to dance their merry dance once more. It’s amazing how beautiful
carrier bags can seem when filled with wind and set free. They reminded me of
strange birds in some weird mating ritual, or the urban kite flyers that I once watched from my hotel window in Hyderabad.
Andrew Height
ReplyDeleteI also saw a roof slate flying through the air.
Sharon Taylor on FB
ReplyDeleteI must chastise you Andrew Height for releasing carrier bags, they can hurt the wildlife, not to mention the fact that they are an eyesore on the environment. But leaves blowing around in miniature whirlwinds are a picture x
Andrew Height
DeleteNot guilty M'Lord. I pick them up off the beach, have some fun, collect afterwards, and put in the bin as I leave. I always take my litter home.
Sharon Taylor
ReplyDeleteso very pleased to hear that, by the way it is "my lady" ;O)
Andrew Height
ReplyDeleteM'Lady.