When I initially planned this post I thought that the forecast storm was going to be a lot more than what it was. The reason it got my attention was of course that they had named it after a Norse god and I have been doing quite a bit of reading about Norse Mythology recently. Vikings have always interested me since I was a child but over the last few years I've been drawn towards the culture and art of what is one of the most intriguing periods of history.

In Norse mythology Freya (or Freyja) is a goddess associated with love, sex, beauty, fertility, gold, war, and death. She rides a chariot pulled by two cats and possesses a cloak of falcon feathers.

Anyway, I digress. Like I said before the storm wasn't as bad as I'd thought it was going to be. On Saturday night I first experience the winds increasing in speed and force. I was at work and was looking at quite a challenging cycle ride home. Quite strangely the wind suddenly subsided as I set off home but then resurfaced as I got home. The same happened on the following night. As if the gods were being kind to me. 

I'm sure there were some nastiness happening out across the country but I didn't experience anything; my fence stayed up, my bins didn't take off and thankfully I managed to stay upright on my bike. Perhaps it's not a fantastic blessing though, after all what Viking wouldn't want to be blown off by by the Goddess Freya?