Listening to: Stairway to Heaven (Led Zep - it's been that kind of a day)
Two pints: of lager
Weather: snowy, but starting to warm up a bit
The weather is never dull on Westray. We had gales on Friday so Sally's eldest daughter and my "little 'un" (5ft 11in of 15-year-old daughter) had an interesting trip north.
Setting off from Birmingham, The Youngest managed the full hat-trick, throwing up on two planes and then a ferry. I suspect if it hadn't been Friday afternoon the boat wouldn't have sailed and they emerged at our end an interesting shade of green/grey.
Both took a day or so to recover fully, by which time it was snowing. Sweeping in off the North Atlantic, the snow left a light covering over the fields, the wind building up drifts in some places - notably our front door. Still, it was very picturesque as you can see in this shot of the view from our front door of Tuquoy Bay and Fitty Hill. . .
It is, of course, business as usual in the pig shed where the mighty Kim rules the roost and Molly and I have formed an alliance which - until the mortar dries and she can move into her own quarters - makes sure she gets her fair share of food and bed space. It's a delicate situation that requires careful handling because there's no way I'm getting on the wrong side of a very big pig. . .