Storm Darcy is en route. Unsure whether Darcy is a he or a she. There is a convention. Let us assume the latter as the name tends to be given to girls these days. So Darcy is dancing towards us with the promise of snow and has been labelled the new Beast From The East. Doesn’t sound right for a Darcy does it? There must be a more beast like name they could have given her. Can’t immediately think of one. Deville maybe as in Cruella Deville but that was a surname. Perhaps this was the problem facing the gang at the Met Office when considering their options. I’m not sure they should get hung up about the first name last name differentiation. Doesn’t seem to matter these days.
As storm Darcy rolls up her cloudy sleeves and prepares to hammer us with what will inevitably turn out to be a light dusting of snow I have just finished breakfast and getting my brain around going for a walk. My promenading companions are not all up yet so there is time. Promenading might also be giving you the wrong impression. I will be togged up in gear appropriate to the Arctic conditions in prospect. My down filled parka has served me well and is guaranteed to maintain comfort levels in sub zero temperatures. I will need to wear thick socks, obvs and my fleece lined leather gloves that only get a few outings a year as they are overkill most of the time.
So feel free to replace the word promenading with expedition. That replaces a verb with a noun which you may consider to be slightly unusual but it works. I did fleetingly think of using the word expeditioning instead but it doesn’t feel right.
Bringing me a coffee just now Anne informed me that she thinks she saw a snowflake fall. Looking out of the window I see no companions that might give me grounds for declaring the arrival of Darcy. It must have been the advance party. A snow scout. It’s purpose was to announce to the world that they should be battening down their hatches and preparing for the arrival of its other snowflake pals.
I don’t think that’s what storms do. You are meant to be caught by surprise, out in the open with no shelter in sight. With visibility worsening this could well be a problem. You quicken your pace but are soon lost. You trip over a root and fall roughly. Unable to get up you are soon covered in a thick blanket of snow. That’s it I’m afraid. Gonner. One of Storm Darcy’s first casualties whose destiny is to be a small part of a meteorological statistic. With it your last, perhaps only, claim to fame with a 5 second appearance on the local TV news where an old photograph does you no justice but was the only one they were able to find. Your story ends.
Hope this is not you. Take care now 🙂