Autumn Storms

I am feeling quite seasick this evening. My holiday tower is swaying uncontrollably – it is a wild night of Autumn gales. The rain is drumming a wild rhythm on the roof. As we sat drinking our cocoa, the Old Monkey wondered if we should consider returning to Homeward – but I would hear none of it. There are always I few nasty storms at this time of year, although I do not remember one as bad as this, and I intend to continue enjoying this lovely spot for another week at least.