The day after the great storm the telephone came back on so that at least we could make contact with the outside world. Mike’s dad came up the lane as far as he could get in the car and we trekked down clambering over the debris and managed to make contact and it was like tunnel builders meeting in the middle to wave and shake hands. He gave us some provisions and chatted awhile and then we made our way back up the lane to make tea and consider our next moves. At least we now had our dinners sorted for the next few days.
The electrics came on soon after and gradually things returned to normal and we began the task of felling and moving the old apple and hawthorn trees. Later that week we made a big bonfire and enjoyed the sparks shooting up into the night sky, smells and smoke of burning wood, the joys of living in the midst of nature.
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