Last night the storm Ophelia hit Scotland. The media warned us we could expect winds of up to 50 miles per hour!? I mean surely nothing could blow at that speed? However it seems it can be so. As such it is my mission to inform you all of the oft overlooked, harsh reality of Scottish life.
So blow she did for several hours and this morning when I ventured out I saw the devastation that had been wrought.
The evidence that greeted me on that outing is harrowing and I plead with you. Look no further if you are of a sensitive disposition.
Such horror.
This traffic cone had been blown clean over. I hesitate to think of the sheer and brutal force required to do such a thing.
It wasn't long before I came across more devastation.
See there, an umbrella. Cruelly smashed asunder by the wind. Discarded by its owner who no doubt thought nothing of it's torn nylon flesh.
My mind reeled at the carnage I was facing. I hurried swiftly home no longer able or indeed willing to face such wanton destruction.
It was as I arrived home however that I realised. Even there, had not been spared. Outside in my garden, furniture had been cast about as if by a careless giant.
I could take no more. I retired to my bed, great racking sobs shaking my body. I could only hope that tomorrow, everything would be better.