The sky over the valley as Tropical Storm Delta began its pass over Tenerife yesterday morning. It was obvious that something was up, when walking up the lane at around 7.30 am for water, the wind blew alternately hot and cold. From an eerie quiet and stillness, gusts of wind would suddenly come from nowhere, with the noise and force of an oncoming train. Not only that, but this air blew in narrow lines, flattening channels a few feet across only in fields of grain or grass, while all around it remained undisturbed. Meanwhile, overhead this artist's dream (and meteorologists' nightmare) of a sunrise was painted across the sky in shades of pale pink to inky steel blue.