Yesterday was a stinker of a day. 37C in town and 35C up here. We were happy that no fire had broken out near us and looking forward to the change. Little did we know!
We were on the road when the change arrived in full force late afternoon. Fierce wind gusts tore off tree branches and flung them on to the road. A tree was down on the way home and we had to clear one side of the street to be able to get through. Closer to home the car's windscreen was hit by a tree branch, but luckily (or rather surprisingly) it didn't crack. On the radio one disaster after another was reported. Lightening strikes starting fires, winds causing dust storms, fires raging. We heaved a sigh of relief when we were finally home.
The first sign that the wind gusts had been / were fierce was when we noticed that one of the new water tanks had flipped over. We checked that the other one was firmly anchored and hoped for the best.
The wind was still raging when we went to bed. But no rain!
At 3am we were rudely awoken by a terrible noise. Our first thought was, "The tank!"
Out we rushed with our torches. The tank had gone walkabout. Or should we say, it had taken some flying lessons?
It had landed smack in the middle of the dahlia patch. Thankfully, its journey was stopped by the pergola. Otherwise it could have done quite some damage. There was not much we could do at that time of the night. Sleep came reluctantly after that.
This morning we were greeted by this sight.
This is just outside Mama Gnome's bedroom window. It's lucky the pergola stopped the tank. I don't want to imagine what could have happened without it.
Don't be deceived by the black sky in the back ground - still no rain!
Assessing the damage to the dahlias.
The bottom of the tank. I'm not optimistic.
But we still consider ourselves lucky. None of us was hurt, there was no other serious damage. A tank can be replaced. (Oh and the flower gnome might have to go dahlia tuber shopping.)