By mid-day there is no sign of Ophelia here, although the light on the horizon to the east is eerie, a reddish glow. Later in the day, weather forecaster Sarah Keith-Lucas tells of a red sun with red dust particles carried on storm-force winds. Saharan dust with wildfires from Portugal and Spain, drawn in on warm tropical air by Hurricane Ophelia. As the winds gather the birch trees are stirring and the sun comes out! All rather strange.
I wonder how the gargoyles fare during the night as things clatter and bang about in strong gusts of wind.
Ireland is on red alert, bearing the brunt of the storm, with loss of life and significant damage.
The day after The Great Storm we went to Brean Down birding, a sunlit walk on that finger of land reaching out into the Severn Estuary. All around us, rainbows and storm-clouds. Never seen so many rainbows. And the devastation of great swathes of trees brought down.