As in 2012, we’ve had some pretty serious wind the last couple days.
Yesterday evening, between two trips to the garage to get firewood, a couple of clay roof tiles blew off, landing directly where I would have been walking. (I still haven’t replaced the couple from the front that blew off in 2012, given the height of the roof.) I felt a little lucky.
Especially when, from upstairs this morning, we saw that a neighbor has suffered slightly more roof removal.
When we first saw it, the white area top center was a hole completely through the roof.
Not much more visible from the road. I don’t know what the roof was, but obviously not very sturdily built. And equally obviously, not a good idea here to build that way.