Extremes are more likely and more frequent. So it is this week that we are to get two monster storms: Isha and Jocelyn within three days of each other.
So with stupidly strong winds and sideways rain expected for the afternoon, we go out in the morning after breakfast, firs to St Martin's Battery and then to the Warren to do some wave-gazing.
At St Martin's, there was just one other car, so I went and took a few general shots as the waves were not breaking over Admiralty Pier, though would get stronger later.
We then drove a few miles up the coast to Capel, and stood on the edge of the cliffs looking down into the Warren, and the railways that swept onwards to Folkestone.The wind was incredible, and after ten minutes we had had more than enough fresh air, so went to look for breakfast.
I thought the least popular would be Little Farthingloe, but upon arrival, the car park was full, so we turned round and went into town to frequent Chaplins, that had spare tables and also good food.Two breakfasts were ordered, which came quickly, and we wolfed them down.
The reason for a big breakfast at eleven was that in the afternoon I was to give an online lecture on orchids, so little time to cook. So, with that box ticked, we went home via Jen's, where we caught up on her and Sylv, and news of John's cataract operations.
Then back home for a brew and ready for the lecture at Chinese Dentist: two thirty.
That last 70 minutes, and I think went well. By which time it was brew and chocolate time, and settle down for the late afternoon game on Sky: Bournemouth v Liverpool, which Liverpool scraped to a 4-0 win.
And by the time that finished, it was half six and the weekend nearly having all gone.
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