The Sorrento coast of Italy
Meanwhile the banshees have returned. A gale is blowing outside. It screeches around the house. This is a disadvantage of living near the seaside. There has been little to break the force of the wind as it has gathered while crossing the Irish Sea.
And today is bin day. I do wish the bin men would realise there is a reason why everyone has put weights on top of the boxes. They've been to collect one lot of boxes & now box lids are blowing up the street because the bin men haven't thought to put the weights back on.
I've hastily retrieved that one box & its lid, & taken it back to its normal place, once more secured with a weight. A second lid had appeared, where from is anyone's guess. To make matters worse they didn't even bother putting the weight on the second box so that lid, & all the paper & cardboard therein, was also flying about. Instead they put the weight on the front garden wall where it achieved nothing , not even being particularly ornamental. Needless to say the lid & weight went back on.
The Fox usually puts the bin & boxes out the night before as sometimes the bin men come very early, long before eight o'clock. He was not best pleased when the banshees got started last night. The rain hammered at the windows in accompaniment. In the midst of this din, we heard the sound of metal flying (our weight is an odd piece of metal piping). He hastily got a coat & ventured out to catch box lid, by now glued halfway up the garage door by the strong winds. He replaced the weight. He was only out for a couple of minutes but he came back in drenched. So wet indeed he had to go and change his shirt & trousers. The rest of the evening we anxiously listened out for a further clank. fortunately none came.
What a contrast with that picture of Italy at the start of the blog, taken last September! It looks positively idyllic.
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