Stormy Weather

Funeral this morning. When did 70 not seem that old? The funeral was on the adjoining island, and took place in the village hall, from where funerals take place now the local church has been closed. The hall was full, the minister was a Baptist minister who had never met her and we sang All Things Bright and Beautiful.

This afternoon Ollie, Lucas and I went for a good, long, wild and windy walk round the headland. We sat up on the cliff top and watched the gannet diving and the waves crashing onto the cliffs. Wonderfully bracing!

This evening I rang Dad and told him about the terrific walk - "Janet? Diving? In weather like that? Good grief!"