It’s one of those moments that makes you think, but you’d rather not dwell on it for too long. At around 8pm last night, as the winds gusted, a mighty 40-foot branch came crashing down from the 300-year-old cedar in our front garden. It made a sound like Armageddon, but miraculously missed the house and the car, and just slightly damaged the front gates.

And of course, if anyone had been walking under it, as we do several times a day, they’d be stone dead. There may be more light in some of the rooms in the front of the house now, but for me it’s like Big Ben without a minute hand, or a seven-tentacled octopus. Looking out of the bedroom window first in the morning will – literally – never be the same again.

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