A fresh rush ‘cross’ marks the feast of Bridget or Imbolg – Cross Quarter Day – midpoint between the Winter Solstice and the Spring Equinox.
Certainly we have a belly full of water. It collects on small ledges upon the outer gable wall, seeps into the ancient stone, possibly aided by through stones – meant for strength – but which lead water directly inside!
I am disturbed by the level of saturation.
So quickly work to seal the underside of the loft against damage. Until an outdoor solution can be applied, meaning, until we get good dry spell…
Against the mightiest storms in living memory
Unprecedented waves of seventy-seven foot decimate our western sea front
Shortly our little arrangement comes undone
So. Once more, with feeling
With big winds due tonight again