I was beginning to think that I had exaggerated my experience of the wind at the psychic fair last Sunday (the entries of 3 and 4 september): "this is my Moon in Scorpio, typical, must not do that", I thought. "On Sunday I talked about 'wind', yesterday it became 'storm'. It gets bigger and bigger". Well, hold your breath, it was even more dramatic than I thought. Our Alexandrian wicca here -who was at the fair with her paganist educational institute- told me that not a only piece of a market-stall had blown away, but the whole stall. It was the stall next to hers. It was lifted in the air, came down, and then when everyone could breath again, it was blown to the other side of the field.