Friday, 7 April 2017
I’m not sure why various weather services decided to call our storm a cyclone (which I thought was specifically tropical). Nevertheless, they did. Maybe because it looked like this:
Other than the power going out before the coffee was made and heat was on, we had no excitement, and the power outage was only an hour. Portland had more felled trees, including this doozy from a local news station:
Halfway through this fictional Dunkirk rescue tale, I had to move the book to keep my tears from dropping on the pages. Why does the story of the little ships rescue affect me so deeply? Is it partly because I live in a port town?
I was pleased that the book began with my beloved Nella Last.
As with another Mass Observation book (Seven Lives from Mass Observation) by the same author, I wished this book was longer so that it could have more excerpts from the diaries. I would like to read more from one diarist in particular. I’d just like to know this Mary Clayton:
Meanwhile, we had some impressive wind nearby.
Do take time to watch this video by someone who had to drive to Astoria in the storm along the Columbia River road heading east from Chinook. Here’s another video with a good view of the debris on the road.