South

And that’s the direction the wind is coming from too. Not quite a gale, however white horses and flags board stiff, so close. We’re in a wood hut, looking out onto the sea, in a hamlet with nothing open at this time of year. Nothing else to do apart from read and enjoy a bottle of red! I still have half a Grisham to get through, and another book in standby!

It could be far worse!

PS. I never do extra entries. In fact I’ve never done one before. However tonight I couldn’t resist. The extra entry was too much fun not to include. Here’s to family!