When I saw Frank’s challenge title, I wondered if it was Wind as in weather or wind as in clocks. He invites us to use either, so here goes.
I could write about wind damage to fence panels, getting out in all weathers to make good until we can do a proper job with proper materials, or being buffeted by the wind when we were on the boat, swaying on the water, but not once feeling sea-sick, or even being literally blown off my feet turning a corner in Poole by a 60 mph gust.
I could tell you about changing the date on my watch in a 30 day month and the little winder came off in my hand. A jeweller told me it would cost at least £100 to get it replaced, and he would have to send it away (in the post by the way) so there would be insurance on top of that. It would take about a month.
This watch was a loyalty gift from the bank for ten years service, so the thought of it being lost in the post did not appeal. Long past are times when a little guy sat in the back room with a cap shielding his eyes working under lights with tweezers, magnifying glass and a whole load of patience.
As an aside, my first father in law was a watch and clock repairer, using his back room as a workshop. Surrounded by heaven knows how many clocks, he knew exactly when and which one had stopped.
Now, where was I? Oh yes, watch winder.
We have a friend who runs a watch stall in the Saturday market, so we took it to her. The watch was delivered in person to her repairer, nothing EVER sent in the mail, and the cost? £15, and it took a week.
Then I could recall an incident where my Dad was winding someone up over a dinner reservation (table for 8, meaning 8 o’clock, not 8 people) or putting the wind up somebody by scaring them half to death with a half truth or exaggeration playing on a phobia.
Lots of possibilities Frank.
But here we are with one of my photos taken from the prom a little while ago of the wind farm that’s about 3 miles away.
There are 16 in this group (trust me, even though you can only see 15), and on a good day, 15 are working. To be honest, you can count the number of times we’ve seen all 16 turning on one hand.