It had been another wild and windy, though not so wet, night followed by a wild and windy morning. The sun poked out every so often for all of two minutes to trick the unwary into walking into a sleet shower.
The gulls on the field ran to form: twenty-three black-headed gulls with a couple of common gulls today and a few herring gulls and lesser black-backs flying high overhead.
The garden was deceptively quiet except when the starlings flew in to hammer the fat blocks. The sleet showers turned to hail and the sparrows retreated into the ivies on the embankment and the squirrels to the conifers. It didn't look awfully promising out there.
A bruising nip down to the shop for a loaf convinced me that it wasn't a day for a walk. I felt like I'd done a few hours' hillwalking. Hatches duly battened we'll see what the week brings.
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