I’m stranded at home today due to storms. The local train line, Southeastern, likes to make itself very unaccountable when there’s a threat of bad weather, and it just shuts down its services all together until further notice. This meant that during predicted heavy snow, even when not a single flake had fallen, there was no service in a recent winter.
To be fair the predicted storms did sound pretty dreadful. On the other hand, they didn’t seem to manifest locally with even near the suggested severity. My partner is trying to get to work and has been for two hours. He’s on a trapped DLR train approaching Bank and not having much fun at all. Our bin was blown to a slightly different angle but nothing much seemed amiss when we got up this morning. I went and shifted some potted shrubs that were taking the brunt of the wind at 7.30am.
However, upon heading round the corner, my boyfriend was faced with a very real example of what the storm had been up to overnight, and he suggested I come and take a few pictures of the fallen willow tree nearby. On my way back I passed a neighbour with a saw, trying to remove bits of the tree from next door that had moved into his garden.
Here are some pictures:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/hawkida/10554565714/