


Last night I was woken up by crashing and thundering outside. I woke up and thought bleary thoughts for a few moments before drifting back to blissful slumbers, vaguely pushing the fact that I had left both the kitchen and the loggia windows open from my mind.
This morning I walked to work as usual, turning right into the Planty where Starowislna meets Sienna. It occured to me, walking a different route to avoid tree trunks and various other foliage that were blocking the path, that the gardeners had been pretty busy pruning since yesterday morning.
Hmm, silly me: the storm yesterday was pretty major stuff. So it transpires. Voila voila, pics of the carnage:
This morning I walked to work as usual, turning right into the Planty where Starowislna meets Sienna. It occured to me, walking a different route to avoid tree trunks and various other foliage that were blocking the path, that the gardeners had been pretty busy pruning since yesterday morning.
Hmm, silly me: the storm yesterday was pretty major stuff. So it transpires. Voila voila, pics of the carnage:
1 comment:
Looks more like an excerpt from "Travels without my shredder"! But good to see the art of digital photography put to such spectacular use
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