Blowing a Hoolie….

….at Bassenthwaite.
There were only three who ventured into the crashing waves topped with white horses.
Even the trees were creaking and cracking in the wind. I shore watched and took photos.
Clare brought fruit kebabs, Caroline brought a coffee and walnut cake she’d made last night.
Tom and I popped over to Toria’s for a cuppa in the afternoon.
The weather has been all over the place. It was blowing a warm wind by lunchtime.. rain followed but it’s still warm.