The Storm

If you are reading this blog post, then I suppose that it means that you must have electricity and, unlike quite a lot of places in the UK, a tree has not crashed down onto your house and you have not been drowned or swept out to sea.

The dreadful storm hits us about midday. It was bad. Tina was terrified and part of the roof was ripped off the greenhouse. Two of the trees in the garden are more or less wrecked, so they are going to be chopped up for firewood, and four sections of the old wooden fence are down in the Secret Garden. Two of them are so badly damaged that it was quite difficult to repair them. We had brought the old green plastic garden chair with us when we moved to Bulgaria from the UK, so it was a bit sad to see that it had been broken in the storm. 

As for the roof, two ridge tiles were completely blown off and of course they were smashed, as was the special rounded tile at the end of the ridge. The answer to most problems is Vincent and he managed to find a replacement for the end tile and duly installed all of the replacements.