We try to get out for a walk whatever the weather even when we're being warned that winds of thirty miles an hour will be gusting well into Storm force 8. At such times we head for the relative calm of the woods, today to admire the only tree species to still retain some leaves, the beech, first crossing the....
....Golspie Burn which is bank-full after a good inch of rain in the last twenty-four hours, and skirting....
....a tree which came down in the night, happily one that was already very dead but which kindly managed to miss demolishing an old stone wall.
The woods were full of the noise of the storm, the bird life silent and invisible except for a few wood pigeons. We've hardly had a small bird on the garden feeders all day.
We finished our walk leaning into the wind on the spume-flecked beach so we could look out across seas being whipped up by the east-southeasterly, a wind so vicious that none of the shore birds were in the air except for a few gulls - gulls always seem to enjoy a good gale - and two cormorants, one flying backwards as it fought into the wind, another travelling downwind at the speed of a North Korean missile.
We try to get out for a walk whatever the weather even when we're being warned that winds of thirty miles an hour will be gusting well into Storm force 8. At such times we head for the relative calm of the woods, today to admire the only tree species to still retain some leaves, the beech, first crossing the....
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