The god of thunder likes me. He gave me another storm to ride through. It is arriving now, so I'll nip off sharpish, running ahread of it East. It's going to be unpleasant and wet, but I hope the high winds will be behind me as I ride. Latest forecast suggests the full force gale will not reach the north sea. It is still going to be one of the roughest sailings I have take.
A storm like this gives me the jitters. I've gotta go. More later, on the other side.
In my mind I can hear Riders on the Storm, the old Birds hit from the sixties. Fond memories.
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