Here in my little bit of The Backwoods we seem to have escaped fairly lightly - Dudley claimed one of my fence-panels (posts well concreted-in, so those are OK) and my black bin ended up at the bottom of the garden, but otherwise all good.

Eunice was a ‘disappointment’ (kinda) - no worse than Dudley and, apart from my dog not getting out for his usual three-mile afternoon walk and being as hyper as hell last night, no ill effects. It was a “It’s a bit breezy” kind of day for us. Lucky, I guess.