I was woken around 4 am by the sound of the wind. When I got up and opened the curtains the lawn (what's left of it) was covered in white blobs. Not giant hailstones but blossom off a fruit tree a few houses away. 

A morning of domesticity followed and by the afternoon the wind speed had dropped.  Had a quick walk to Waterhead hoping to find something different to blip. The group of young people on this boat unwittingly obliged.