Just today we have been suffering from the onslaught of storm Ciara (edit) and now storm Dennis has arrived. Trees are down and much debris on the pavements. The chain saws are out and the branches are being shredded.
Walking around the town, I find myself looking down. Often this is because I need to tread carefully on the uneven pavements and kerbs, but often it is because I am noticing the rich variety of textures and shades.
I’m standing at the bus stop and I see an interesting pattern on the ground. I am mesmerised. Out comes the phone. I take a picture.
I’m on the bus, on my way home. It’s getting dark and it’s raining. I’m on the top deck at the front. I’m struggling see where we are (I’m looking for my stop). The bus is full and everyone is breathing; why shouldn’t they?
It’s the stuff that we use on boats to hoist our sails and to hold on to the wharf. It is an amazing material that we couldn’t really do without – not just in the marine environment but in construction, farming and the haulage business too. If you like climbing mountains then you depend on rope to keep you alive.