Friday, 4 February 2011

A gentle whisper ...

King Lear
Act III. Scene II.

Lear speaks:
Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! rage! blow!
You cataracts and hurricanoes, spout
Till you have drench’d our steeples, drown’d the cocks!

It's getting rough out there ... nothing like northern Scotland has had to put up with in the last 24 hours with gusts of 130 mph on the top of the Highlands, nor the people of Queensland, but the windows are whistling, the wind roaring in the trees, and lots of dead wood coming down on the roads, and the internet connection crashing every couple of minutes.

1 comment:

  1. I ain't never seen a storm like it. (What commercial was that?)