Windy Night.

The wind is a-howlin’ and a-moanin’ tonight. I gather they’re having gales in northern England, southern Scotland and Northern Ireland. I used to live in the far north of England – in Northumberland, a mere two hundred yards from the grey North Sea. On stormy nights the wind would make the slates on the roof clatter violently. It sounded like a kid playing a tin drum in the room, and sleep doesn’t come easily when there’s a kid playing a tin drum in the room.