Hit me, hit me, hit me!

This post is nothing to do with Ian Dury’s Rhythm Stick, but definitely being on the receiving end of a ‘whack’!
hit me

I can remember a day in the 90s when I turned the corner by the bank and was lifted off my feet by a gale force wind. I was lucky to be blown against windows instead of out into the road, but I was no lightweight, so it was quite a shock!
There was a lot of storm damage that particular year and I have pre digital photographs of Hubby (to be then) standing in or dwarfed by craters left by up-rooted trees in the New Forest.

That may have been the first time, but there have been others since, especially in high winds whilst camping. I nearly lost Hubby over Anglesey Bay doing an impression of a tented hang glider. That night we ended up putting storm ropes on the inside of the tent as well as outside.

The other day, I decided to walk the dog up to the dog walk without wearing a coat. It was such a glorious morning, the sun was out and it was quite warm.
That was until I reached the end of our pontoon and turned the corner.
The icy blast hit me full in the face and I was freezing before I reached the bottom of the gantry.

Thankfully, Maggie was quick doing the business, and I was back at the boat pretty sharpish. It was lovely and cosy as I opened the door and closed it again as quickly as possible to keep in the heat.
yellow wet gearThe marina staff may laugh at us when we go out clad in our yellow fluorescent coats, woolly hats, and gloves, but at least we are warm and dry as they keep out the wind as well as the rain!


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.
This entry was posted in clothes, humour, Memories, weather and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink.

1 Response to Hit me, hit me, hit me!

  1. They probably don’t laugh at you as much as my neighbors – I still have and still wear foul weather gear in downpours. What works works.
    (Whew, now that’s strong gale force winds blowing you like that. Tie down the dogs and cats with harnesses strong)

Comments are closed.