Listen

All I can hear is the wind, the trees stand fast against it and the window rattles in defiance. The lights flicker, I hope there is no power cut tonight as we have residents.

I like it when it's windy the landscape changes so quickly in the shadows of the clouds as long as it doesn't rain that is.

Went to Ballater to visit Darren's mum, John and the grave of Auntie Sheila at Tullich. There is something quite peaceful about graveyards even when it blows a hoolie.