Sunday 20th November 2016

And with another week away looming, the temptation was to do as little as possible today, and to do it mostly at home.

We work up at six to hear the storm outside at it's peak. Jools closed the bedroom windows for fear the wind would rip them off. They didn't, but once dawn came, we could see the contents of what would normally be in the shed, spread out across this and next door's garden and the shelves they were stored on, on the ground. Beer bottles and demijohns lay smashed, as were pots.

Oh, the humanity.

We had breakfast, and becuase I am away, I needed to get a birthday card for Jools, I went into town and Jools stayed at home and cleared the garden. It wasn't that bad, if it was, I would have helped, honest.

Town was empty, and all that was open was WH Smiths and the Co-oP, which fitted the bill; so I bought cards, a couple of the new ironic Penguin books, then walked to the Co-oP for milk and rolls, and making good my escape and going to the cliffs to snap the waves lashing Shakespeare Beach and the pier.

A ship had drifted in the storms, and had collided with the barge used for storing rocks for the sea wall project. The ship was badly damaged, but spilled no oil and was towed to shelter later in the day. I take shots anyway.

I visit my friend Gary as he is just out of hospital, he is doing OK, and it is good to catch up on his news.

The morning has gone, so I make tracks to get home, travelling along Reach Road so to get the great views out over the Channel and the gaggle of ferries still waiting to get into port. I did not stop to get shots, which was a shame as the sun had just come out and views over to France were incredible with the heavy seas. Oh well.

The day then kind of fades away, we listen to the radio, have lunch, listen to football and then get on with making dinner. Outside the sunshine faded, clouds rolled in and darkness fell. Another weekend gone, and yet I had done so much this one.

We eat boiled chicken and bacon with rice, which was really very, very good indeed whilst listening to yet more radio.

Andy Murray was playing in the ATP final, and won ins straight sets, what an amazing achievement for him, top of the world at the end of the year. Never thought we would see the day a Britain, or a Scot would ever rise to those heights.