When this is the case, I work my way around the place every hour or so to check for damage or anything coming loose, and this time found the roof of one of the pig huts was coming adrift.
While there are no animals in it at the moment, the corrugated roofing sheets (both plastic and iron) could do a fair bit of damage elsewhere if they came off.
Circling around behind the hut so that the wind was behind me, I crawled up onto the roof and started bashing in some extra fastenings. I kept flat to the roof because the wind is so strong, even between gusts.
Then whoooomp. An absolutely massive gust of wind hit, at least twice the strength of anything previously, and suddenly I was flying!
The roof is about four feet of the ground and I'd say I went about two feet higher than that, tumbled in the air a few times and landed flat on my back on soft mud about eight feet from the pig hut. Whoof!
The roof didn't come with me, but it was looking even worse so there was nothing to do, but get up and get it sorted.
This time, though, I wasn't going to fix it. Instead, I put a hammer through the plastic panels, which were already starting to split, and watched them blast apart. The wind blew many of the fragments clear over the trees and steading.
I then loaded the iron panels with large flat stones, knocked their fixings loose with a hammer and then, between gusts, shoved them off the roof. The stones took them straight to the ground and I loaded even more stone on them before staggering inside.
The Wee 'Un was watching from inside the safety of the main steading building and as I staggered in, said "Wow Pa, I didn't know you could fly. Can you do it again?"
I'm now enjoying a cup of tea and wondering how big a bruise I'm going to get on my back and left side!
