Through every nook and every cranny
The wind blew in on poor old Granny
Around her knees, into each ear
(And up nose as well, I fear)
All through the night the wind grew worse
It nearly made the vicar curse
The top had fallen off the steeple
Just missing him (and other people)
It blew on man, it blew on beast
It blew on nun, it blew on priest
It blew the wig off Auntie Fanny-
But most of all, it blew on Granny!
When we lived in a house made of bricks, the wind would make the windows rattle, and the rain would pour through the holes in the roof.
Here in the van, we've had a couple of blustery days. We're pretty much leak free now, although there are a couple of areas that drip when we get the heaviest and most prolonged of rain. The wind though moves everything. It deforms the walls. It causes the entire structure to sway noticeably on it's supports. Vases rock. Lamps sway. The floor moves beneath our feet. Without having to actually go through a real minor earthquake, I know exactly how a minor earthquake feels. There is no still place I can be within these walls.
The wind whistles. It howls. It shrieks. It moans. It warbles. It wails. It cries Mary. The caravan is not aerodynamic. It has edges and projections and chimneys and vents. A thin door pops it's latch and goes from shut to ajar.
I wonder how winter will be here?
driving lessons in Wallasey? learn to drive in Wirral? driving instructor in Birkenhead?