Windy City

Forget Chicago and Wellington, if there was a windier place than Rhyl this morning then you don't want to be going there. As I looked out of my bedroom window a scene of carnage greeted me. Wheelie bins, litter and fence panels were among the bigger pieces of debris strewn across the green. Poor old Tim from across the way spent all weekend fixing his fence up only to see it destroyed by gale force winds during the wee small hours. That's his weekend sorted out. I should give him a lift actually, he helped me repair our garage door.