Inside story of a thatched roof

Hope Cove, Devon I need to go into the attic to check the timbers - an awkward job, but a chance to get out of the wind

An experienced thatcher told me early on in my apprenticeship: "You'll learn to hate the wind more than anything." And after five years of working on Devon roofs I'm inclined to agree with him: rain is our more obvious enemy, but rain doesn't blow the wheat out of your hand or bowl you sideways off your ladder.

On really windy days like this one, you can't go on the roof. In spite of the warm spring sunshine, a howling south-westerly is whipping up white horses on the Atlantic and training the coastal trees into even more diagonal contortions.