If it walks like a duck, quacks like a duck and looks like a duck, the chances are…
I’ve been reading with amazement in EL Dia newspaper that the winds accompanying the storm that is sweeping across the Canary Islands have not been as bad as expected.
I’ve just read comments on a forum which more or less amounted to saying it was a lot of fuss about nothing.
I’ve also read comments from people in the UK on the same forum asking if people on Tenerife wanted to swap places with them as its minus plus and snowing there.
And I’ve heard people saying they look forward to these storms.
Me, I’m just thankful that we seem to have survived one of the most terrifying nights of my life. All night we’ve lain in bed as the wind roared violently, wondering what the crashes and bangs were as unseen things scraped across the roof
We’ve just been able to have a quick tour of the devastation outside our door after racing for cover twice when the high winds picked up again after a lull.
Huge branches litter our terrace. Tiles have gone from the roof. But it’s not as bad as next door. As well as a tree down they’ve lost lots of tiles from their roof. Worst of all is the golf course. It is completely devastated. There’s a huge tree upended. Tables and chairs are scattered everywhere and the driving range is a disaster zone. I haven’t been able to see how bad the banana plantation behind us has been affected.
This has felt as bad, if not worse than tropical storm Delta five years ago and the devastation around me seems to confirm that.
So no, it wasn’t much ado about nothing – check Canarian TV and you’ll see that.
And no, I really don’t look forward to these storms and I reckon the farmers and local business people who are now taking stock of the damage feel the same.
But most of all would I swap last night for minus degrees weather and snow? Damn right I would…in the blink of an eye.