Roaring fire

Bedtime and suddenly aware that the wind has risen, the fire suddenly bursts into life and closing the dampers doesn’t make much difference. Hail tap dances over the tiles, wind roars around the house tugging at anything that might possibly be flung into the air. But this is a small storm, the main event is happening much further south.

Stormy Weather

Dawn breaks and the sea is still churning, a Sea King helicopter flies low over the sea, amazed as it hovers over a small area, in spite of the wind, before slowly turning and heading back up the coast. I missed the big wave that swamped the large tree. Arran covered in snow and with the wind chill it is bitterly cold. The ground is saturated once more, but the garden appears unscathed. Will have to find inside jobs today…..