I have arrived on the other side of Storm Éowyn safe, but feeling a bit battered. It’s been altogether a mixed week. I’m dealing with a complicated welfare case just now, where I’m on something of a tightrope. There are mental health issues involved and financial problems and, for me, at the centre of it all, are some at-risk animals. The next few days will be tense and, frustrating.

There are several agencies working together and yesterday should have been a significant opportunity to drive some changes, but because we were in a red warning area, all outdoor work was cancelled. The window we had, where it looked like all of us might come together to effect some change, vanished and now we have to pull something else out of the hat.

For me, animal welfare is 100% front and centre, but one of the other agencies has different priorities and won’t move their activities forward to help. I don’t really understand the lack of flexibility, but it means that the local authority and I will have to work around them, even though it makes the situation more difficult. At the end of the day, I need to be able to tell myself I did everything I could, within my professional capacity, but it seems likely there might be some distressing days ahead.

Storm Éowyn herself was a battering experience. I have three mobile phones and when the first of five warning alarms came, I had no idea what it was. It’s a very unpleasant tone they use. Triar looked worried every time it happened. I had planned to go to Valerie’s this weekend. I genuinely thought I would still be able to get away on Friday afternoon, but there were so many roads blocked by then that I decided I shouldn’t try.

Power went off in my house at 10:42 yesterday morning. Technically, I was working from home, but I ended up mostly preserving my phone battery for two important Teams meetings. By some miracle, Donna still had power, so she fed me delicious comfort food, including macaroni cheese and sourdough garlic bread and I walked home using the phone on my torch. It’s very dark indeed when all the streetlights are out.

And now, in the aftermath, I have to work out what to do about the half a slate that has smashed the plant pot at my back door. When I went to see if the neighbours’ power was off yesterday, neighbour Gary was on the roof. He said mine was okay, but I don’t know how closely he looked. I can’t really see how the half slate could have slipped from anywhere other than my roof, but the back garden slopes away, so seeing the whole thing clearly, isn’t that easy. I’m probably going to have to get someone out to check. Going on the roof feels beyond my middle-aged capabilities. At least it isn’t raining.

I don’t have any photos of Éowyn. I took a video of the trees in my garden, dancing wildly, but don’t have the capacity to post videos here. The pictures I do have are from driving over to Stranraer on Tuesday, when I was meant to witness Lesley taking blood from cattle.

Unfortunately, though I arrived at the planned time, they had just finished when I got there, so it was a bit of a wasted day. As well as the photos of low-lying mist, I also had a lovely lunch of avocado on toast, with poached eggs and buttered thyme mushrooms. The cafe options in Stranraer are very different from when I went there for an interview in 1993, when there was only Petrucci’s, with its brown Formica tables and lasagne and chips.

Anyway, I shall leave you now. It’s light outside and I’d better go out and peer up at the roof to assess what I can see from ground level and work out what do do from there. I hope that, if you were in the path of the storm, there’s nothing that can’t be fixed. My own power returned sometime in the early hours of the morning, which was an enormous relief, not least because my adjustable bed wasn’t adjustable with no power, and sitting up to sleep doesn’t really work!

Take care all, and thanks for reading.