The first 24 hours without power were fine - I lit lots of candles, set up the little cmping stove and slept on the sofa in the sitting room keeping the woodburner going all night. I had wine, I had chocolate..
The village was cut off - falling trees brought down not just the cables but many poles and I knew teams would be out working all hours, and that the village had emefgency plans for such events - I live in a forest after all. These things happen. All my preparaations paid off but a power pack for my phone had not arrived so I was without contacts/radio/podcasts/distractions. Once the wild noise of the gales died down the 14 hours of darkness felt strangely peaceful in a way I have not experienced for a very long time.
I found myself thinking about what life must have been like before electricity. My great grandmother travelled across America with three chilfren in a covered wagon and I thought about what that must have been like for them.