It was certainly a wet and wild start to the year on the island, tempered by the fact rumour that Robert Plant, the original stormbringer*/hammer of the gods, may have visited our rocky shorelines on vacation as the rain lashed down. Apparently, he has family in Hong Kong and comes over from time to time. As a female friend wondered if either he or she were too old for groupiedom, I pictured ‘Percy’ on the balcony of his room at The Warwick (our only respectable hotel) screaming at the rolling seas as the latest band of low pressure hit the island; the cargo of concrete contained in the wreck of a vessel that ran aground here recently shifting slightly…
We come from the land of the ice and snow,
From the midnight sun where the hot springs flow.
The hammer of the gods will drive our ships to new lands,
To fight the horde, singing and crying: Valhalla, I am coming!**
Alternatively, he might have just been just enjoying an ice cream from our local gelateria-cum-bar.
*I know this was Deep Purple but it fits here and in so doing enhances the deeply unreliable nature of this post
**The Immigrant Song from Led Zeppelin III (play LOUD)