I love to go a crumbling

What a wild night, it seemed that everything was being thrown at the house.

A blusterly walk up Blackford Hill, the wind excited Juno and she dashed around with the other dogs.

Decided to walk to work, I was worried about being blown about.

Work was a gale of good.

Home early as I was tired.

We had friends coming up for tea. High standard banter / chat and excellent company and pretty good food.

Thanks for coming up.

Bed early with a book.