A lucky escape.
I drove down to Varen singing with the roof down on the car.
As there were strong gusts of winds I did start feeling apprehensive as I drove down our tree lined road.
Arrived safely nearly into the village where in the distance I saw a friends weeping willow come crashing down into the road.
There by the grace of God etc.
I will let our friends know they no longer have a willow but lots of fire wood in a couple of years. Half an hour on my way back the Maire’s men had been and pulled it off the road.
