reflections arising from a late-evening walk last night

I think the person responsible for giving names to storms in the UK is just wandering around an old Victorian churchyard and reading the gravestones for inspiration. After Storm Doris earlier this year we now have Hurricane Gert to worry about. Who the Hell would name anything Gert? I wouldn’t give that name to a hamster, much less a destructive force of nature. It sounds like they’re just plucking names from a Swedish furniture catalogue in which reclining chairs are named after relatives of the people who designed them. Unless there’s a meteorologically relevant acronym for Gert that I’m not aware of: Getting Everyone Really Trashed, maybe. 
On a more positive note, I’ve said this sort of thing before but I’m happy to say it again - I love clouds and I love sunsets, and August skies are a gift from the gods. 

RC 19-8-17