Until this weekend I only knew one Angry Angus, a farmer in a little place called Break on the Shetland Isles. But another Angry Angus, the first officially named storm of the winter, was supposed to sweep in and cause havoc on Sunday night. It seems we missed the worst of it, but Angry Angus was in no mood to depart and today we got his rain.
So I stayed inside and put up some kitchen wall units, a task which would have been somewhat easier had the wall not been bowed.
Tuesday 22nd November 2016
Angry Angus just won't go away. He woke me up in the night with his huffing and puffing and rain battering against the window, so another day of inside jobs. I did drive over to Coy Bridge to check for wild swans in amongst the Mute flock. There were seven Whooper Swans accompanying 36 Mutes.
I took the dogs with me, as they've not been getting much exercise - Boris refuses to go outside in the wet! I let them out and we went for a walk along a couple of new dykes, that was until a hare broke cover and bounded out of a field past the dogs. Off they went! There was no stopping Boris and Arthur's little legs have never moved so quickly.
Inevitably the hare got away. There was never a chance they would actually catch it, but I wasn't impressed with them ignoring my commands to come back!
All in all Angus was a bit of a damp squib. But he has left the soil heavy. Another year when I didn't get it turned before it was too late! Too much twitching in October.
