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We have had the new leaves on both our wild cherry and the wingnut burnt off by the salt in Monday's storm.  Not sure if it is fatal or they can recover. Salt burn has scorched lots of trees, and the emerging bracken has been hit too - though that is no bad thing.
A couple was airlifted off the big ketch in Ardminish Bay - the skipper had a broken arm. The helicopter pilot recorded gusts of 80 knots plus - well into hurricane force wind speeds -  and took four attempts before landing on the golf course to pick up other medical emergencies. Hope they are all okay. I don't know how this hurricane blast fits May weather patterns. We've had one Atlantic Low after another for four weeks now. It is very cold too and we have had to refix the roof membrane on our big shed (it is a temporary until we can turf it) which was steadily loosening itself.  Tried to make a start backfilling the small roundhouse and porch areas this morning but was sidetracked by having to check all the warps on our cat as another gale is due. Then a huge shower drove us indoors, soaking. I hate wet socks.
We have totally lost our momentum. It is difficult to plan work and even more difficult to keep up progress between showers and gales. The ground is very wet - more so than in late March and I think we will be held up again for the kit. As Jayne said yesterday, the incredible power of the storm does make you feel very alive - it is visceral. That is why we are here living on the edge - but our daily lives are limited by the weather as well as enriched by it.