it has been a very active Atlantic hurricane season thus far, with already 18 named storms, 5 in September already so Bermuda was never going to get away scot-free and sure enough Hurricane Paulette is barrelling towards us and is expected to roll right over the top of us around 6am tomorrow. Unfortunately it is meandering so slowly that the island will suffer hurricane force winds for up to 9 hours. What fun!
Outside of the kitchen window I can already hear the crashing of the waves from the bay at the bottom of the lane (photo), although it is reasonably calm out, darkness does now fill the sky.
I just went to move the car as we are surrounded by big trees. I stuck it outside the church at the bottom of the road. Mind you, there are massive cedar trees down there also, and the church has a lot of glass, but I’m assuming Mother Nature will be kinder to them than me.
We have been through plenty of hurricanes in the last 12 years, although the windswept-other-half reckons I’m away for most of them…. lies of course (although if the world was normal, I’d been away this coming week 🤷♂️).
Long gone are the fun lock yourselves in the basement and drink yourselves through it days, hurricanes with responsibilities are no fun, and almost it’s the before and after which is the worst.
We’ve spent most of the day prepping the best way to you can for 110mph sustainable winds, which basically forces you into a whole outside clean up, only to be forced to do it all over again after the hurricane rips through your garden a day or so later.
And then the power will be out for days, it become as hot as balls 🥵, and 500 gazillion ants land on the island to colonize it.
Fortunately I went the the wine store yesterday. Anyway, wish us luck.