Blowing in the wind. Everything is blowing in the wind. The summer has given way to the storm season and the beaches, houses and gardens are being pounded.


But some days it is unseasonably warm and bright, so the resilient plants are thriving despite the salt-blasting and gale force winds.


There is much storm debris that needs to be cleared. But the clocks have changed to winter time so the days are too short for such hard work. And new supplies of Tunnocks have arrived for my birthday so it is time to hunker down, eat treats and read.
