
Sometimes the big things in your week are the ones you could never have expected. This time last week I was fed up with the rain but never imagined the chaos it would cause. I went to bed on Monday night aware that there was a storm due called Storm Chandra. As it was during the night and I’m a good sleeper I didn’t really give it a second thought and set off on Tuesday morning to my early gym session, near my workplace, at 6.10am. The roads were fine until I got to a local village where cones were being put up to close the road as it was impassable there and further down the road too. Whilst only feeling inconvenienced at this time, I turned around and headed towards the only other way out of our town on the ferry. At this point I was trying to decide if I would have time for the gym or it would be straight to work. When I got to the ferry it was closed due to dangerously high waves. After a quick chat with my husband who confirmed that there were problems everywhere and there was no way to work at present I returned home having given up on the gym session and had a shower and got ready for work. By this time, my son had already been given the day off as his taxi driver couldn’t get through. Whilst the flooding was my side of the county I knew that many of my students would be in school and I had a few urgent tasks to do so really wanted to get in. I followed social media and found that the ferry was due to restart soon after the worst of the high tide and I was able to take it to work, albeit a little later than my usual start time. The crossing was so rough and I felt very queasy when I got to work.
The rest of the week has been checking weather and social media to get to and from work safely. My son had another day off on Friday as the council cancelled all transport on Thursday in anticipation of more bad weather. However it didn’t come to fruition so most secondary students and staff got a bonus day off in the sunshine. I work in a different council who didn’t cancel transport and all schools were open.
The weather also provided an extra layer of stress for Saturday plans with a high high tide at the time we would be leaving to get over to the other sound of the county for football and parkrun plans. Amazingly the predicted rain stayed away to the afternoon which meant that all the things went smoothly. Phew …
My husband and son were off to Moulineux to see the football. I went to Uni in Wolverhampton so during the week I had looked for old photos especially those of our leavers ball which was held at the stadium to show them. It was a real trip down memory lane and some nice reminiscences of happy times. A family friend made my gorgeous ball gown which I still have safely stored away, although sadly I’ve never had the opportunity to wear such a beautiful dress again. I loved the pearls which I borrowed from my mum, despite it being 1995 I still think the classic look would work today.
I dropped the boys at the football stadium to get the coach and my parkrun buddy, who had joined us in the car, and I went to the new parkrun to regain our Dor’set’ at Highcliffe. It was a wonderful course, a wild beauty, along the beach, with the path being a mix of sand, stones and pebbles and tarmac and a cheeky small hill leading from the lower to upper paths. The views are stunning and the photos don’t show the true beauty of the area. After the parkrun we had a lovely breakfast and made it back home just before lunchtime.
With the focus on hibernating at home, we’ve added a few nice things this week to our food shop and the strawberry and clotted cream hot cross buns were divine. I wasn’t sure of the flavour but they really are incredible. I’m sure we’ll try other variations too before Easter but strawberry and clotted cream is the flavour I never knew I needed!








