Storm Eleanor, by Stephen Perham

The spirited New Year had hardly got its hat on before beginning its merry mischief of mayhem, slamming the door on the quiet embers of the worn out old reign, intent on fun, starting out as it means to carry on. At first it was the wind, teasing, rushing, gushing, hushing, breathing out loud, whispering in and out of doorways, rattling the draughty window panes, “wake up, wake up,” playing

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