Bog Myrtle & Peat

The ferrets have never come closer to vanishing into the ether than they did last night, as a fantastic storm blasted Dumfries and Galloway with an awful intensity. The wind was picking up all evening, but it was only when I heard a crash outside that I went to see what was going on with my torch. The garden was a mess of swirling laundry, leaves and plastic shreds from what was once a binbag. Checking that the ferrets were ok, I stumbled back inside with rain lashing down onto me.

Two hours later, there was the most almighty crash, followed by several other clattering noises.  Dashing outside, I found that the entire ferret cage had blown over to reveal two rather bemused and windswept ferrets. Within seconds, they were going to regather their senses and make off into the night, so I stuffed them under one arm as a giant eddy of straw picked up at around head height.

After twenty minutes playing inside, the ferrets spent the night sleeping in their carry box in the kitchen and seem none the worse for the experience. My CD collection however has not fared quite so well. An entire plastic crate of CDs stored temporarily outside were strewn not only across the road infront of the house, but into the fields all around. While I slept, cars had crushed “the Best of Canned Heat”, Jimi Hendrix’s “Are You Experienced” and two of my favourite Kinks albums.

Bugger.