The windy remnants of Hurricane Gonzalo had, by mid-morning, piled
leaves into foot high drifts in the sheltered spots at the front of the house,
however with the wind still blowing strong I decided to use it to advantage and
surreptitiously tried brushing a pile out of the shelter and into the jet
stream blowing through the village; sure enough, half an hour later that pile
had disappeared without trace, and a couple of repetitions later I had made quite
a dent in the drifts, but my plan to complete the job under the cover of
darkness failed as the wind dropped as night fell.
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