It is an absolutely FILTHY day, and of course Maggie wanted to go out.
No sir, she would not pee on the front lawn, she wanted her morning walk on the beach.
This photo was taken on ‘White Sands’ and I forgot to include it.
Anyway, it’s not snow this time, we wouldn’t mind that, by icy driven rain and winds of 60mph plus.
The windows are whistling, though the house is amazingly warm. We have several dead wheelie bins in the road. Our neighbour’s bin had gone blowabout and overturned on our drive, but luckily Hubby managed to clear up before they were emptied at 6.30.
We donned our yellow suits (jacket and trousers) so pleased we decided to keep them after giving up the boat, woolly hats and gloves, put Maggie in her waterproof coat and fluorescent jacket as it was still quite dark, and padded out across the wet divide.
We were on for a frustrating sniffathon and the wind hit us full force as we turned the corner, almost taking us off our feet. Eventually she performed the biz and we turned tail and came home, this time with the wind behind us.
It was a compromise, as we sort of did half the avenue and got within sniffing distance of the beach, but it would have to do.
It’s approaching 9.30 now, and the wind has turned, literally, going the other way so we are in for another bout of it.
Hubby has discovered where the whistling’s coming from and filled in a couple of holes in the window frame. Perfect, the only casualty being my wooden spoon to get the gunge out, a result of kitchenituspilferous.
Fence panels next.
Here we go again, though not ours. The panels themselves are sturdy, but it appears the posts had not been concreted in and the wind has lifted them. The posts are on our side, but the fence is our neighbours, so we’ll have a little chat and offer to split the cost of bags of instant cement to secure them in place once the wind dies down.