Living on an exposed hillside in the North Yorkshire Dales can be entertaining this time of the year: trees uprooted and roof tiles clinging on despite the weather's best efforts to prize them loose.
I've been working on some seasonal digital illustrations, and took inspiration from the gales around my house and a rediscovery of the old Ted Hughes Poem: "Wind"
"This house has been far out at sea all night,
The woods crashing through darkness, the booming hills,
Winds stampeding the fields under the window
Floundering black astride and blinding wet
Till day rose; then under an orange sky
The hills had new places, and wind wielded
Blade-light, luminous black and emerald,
Flexing like the lens of a mad eye." T.H ©