Isobel dropped in yesterday to say hello. She dragged her feet as she passed over Devon and Cornwall causing devastation wherever she touched down. Ferocious winds tore at everything around, ripping up trees, hurling rocks, burying cars in sand and damaging buildings. The sea was whipped up into a complete frenzy with huge waves battering shorelines that most thought of as sturdy defences until the wall at Dawlish disappeared in a storm not dissimilar to this one a while ago. I had to go out, although I would have changed my appointment had it been any worse, and for once I was glad that it didn’t involve a cycle of any description.