Tony arrived home unexpectedly this evening,
feeling quite off colour so he’d excused himself from being on standby the following day. It certainly was an ‘under the weather’ sort of day, however; between an occasional lull, the wind & rain tore down the valley with grim ferocity. I had to make a brief foray into Newcastle Emlyn to pay some bills; on briefly pausing at the top of the drive to check the post, I got absolutely drenched. However, by the time I’d arrived in Emlyn the air was once more calm & still, with not a drop of rain falling; the puddles glowing an eerie fluorescent amber, their glassy stillness reflecting the neon of the street lights as the heavy darkness of night cloaked the town.
On his arrival home Tony was feeling a little peckish; I hadn’t eaten but felt too jaded to cook, so we headed out to the Pensarnau Arms for a bite to eat. Unfortunately they’d closed for food by the time we arrived; however they took pity on us & generously held the kitchen open to prepare us a welcome meal.
Typically, when we reluctantly departed from the cosy warmth of the snug & attractive little bar, the weather had again turned against us: pouring rain lashed along the lanes & the howling wind rattled the bare branches of the winter trees, causing us to glance nervously at every bending bough shaken by the groaning gusts. We were relieved to return to the sanctuary of the farmhouse, safe & sound – & dry. November 2007 is certainly leaving with an angry roar – a far cry from the tranquil days of spring, alas.