Later, as the wind whips itself up, there's a rattle as a plastic bucket gets blown off the patio. It rolls down over the lawn and, after getting lodged by the clothes post, ends up in the pond.
A small group of starlings swirls around a chimney pot television aerial then flies on. It seems that it is too windy for them to touch down on their usual perch.
It seems strange to see weather moving in the opposite direction to normal. A bank of low, ragged shower cumulus clouds scuds across the sky from east to west.
Thanks to the chill air from the continent the frogs in the pond don't show today.