Oh the wind

Cowes mast

Bryony on Yarmouth Pier

The wind is so fierce, it’s howling down our chimney and whistling through the doors.  Bright skies pull me outside, but these winds are more suited to a wander down the pier, than a cycle up a hill.  After a few lungfuls of fresh air and some seriously knotted hair, I’m happy to return indoors, curl up with a book and enjoy the cosiness of this stormy weather.

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