It is not often that I feel relieved to be indoors but yesterday afternoon was an exception; the fire was being troubled by the odd vicious downdraft from the chimney and the gathering wind was moaning in the eaves of the old house. This weather was dangerous, the view from the windows across to Loughrigg was of great trees whipping about like saplings. Storm Arwen was blowing in. This powerful extratropical cyclone was forming between two weather systems: low pressure weather over Britain combining forces with a high pressure system over the North Atlantic, funnelling ferocious wind and arctic weather at us straight from the north. I fell asleep last night glad, that we lived well away from those trees.