Gusty Blast, or Ghastly Bust?

As I was turning the corner coming back from my walk along the lock front with Maggie this afternoon, the wind nearly swept me off my feet (and I am no lightweight, even after almost a five stone loss).
It was also bloody cold and I’d forgotten my gloves, so Maggie’s lead was round my wrist so that I could keep my hands in my pockets.
Sadly, she takes this as the signal for biscuits or treats, and I didn’t have any, so I was forever holding them up, palms spread, saying
hands‘All gone’ so that she would stop pestering, until the next 2 minutes that is.

It took me back to the storms of 1989, when there was a lot of wind damage to woodland, properties and gardens. I took photos in the New Forest, and one tree that had been uprooted left a crater over eight feet across. Pathways were blocked, some roads impassable, and property insurance claims rocketed, as did subsequent renewal premiums.

wind and rainI had been walking from the office to the shopping centre and as I rounded the corner by the bank, the wind hit me with such force that I was slammed against the wall and the breath taken out of me.
I was about the same weight as I am now, so obviously wind to weight ratio was bang on.

I often wonder about wind described as Blustery or Gusty.
Either are pretty forceful but ‘blustery’ is usually associated with showers and ‘gusty’ normally refers just to the wind.
I suppose you could therefore assume that with blustery you’re likely to get wet hair, and gusty provides the blow dry.

Sometimes though, we get our metaphors wrong, and the results can be somewhat entertaining.


About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! In November 2020, we lost our beloved Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney. We now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of Kizzy, my GSD when Hubby and I first met so had hers done too. On February 24th 2022 we were blessed to find Maya, a 13 week old GSD pup who has made her own place in our hearts. You can follow our training methods, photos and her growth in my blog posts. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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