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OK We had snow too, for half a day, but now it's gone. Still windy though. I've got two bits of wood propped up against the greenhouse, trying to save some more glass. Seems to be working so far. The wind might drop enough tomorrow to think about handling broken glass. However there was a bit of blue sky this afternoon so I grabbed a couple more layers and escaped with the dogs. Seems to have been a while since I got to spend time outside.

We went to Feall (pronounced foil) because I wanted to see the waves. Four years ago the dead fin whale was lying here; I think it would have been washed back out to sea today, the tide was so high. The sand was very soft so it was more of a trudge than a walk and the wind was blowing straight at me, so I turned and stopped and watched the waves frequently. At least the wind would be behind me on the way back. The beach is very steep at the moment so I was looking down at the water, and then out to sea at the waves, watching them curl up, then break into surf, and then curl back up again for a final assault on the beach. And then there was the biggy, the seventh wave, roaring much further up hill than it had any right to do, and filling my wellingtons. Cue some mutterings that only might have sounded like 'bother'. The dogs didn't care; they'd already been swimming, and raced up the dunes to get covered in sand, and then rushed back to get wet again. What is it with dogs? (don't answer FC) Anyhow, the sun was out and I'd warmed up my wet socks and it was probably time to turn round, the only thing the dogs like more than a trip to the beach is their tea on time! So back we went.
Away on the horizon is one of the new buildings on Coll (Castle Carswell) and the very bright green roof is nearly all covered up with slates. We have the most wonderful slater who comes to Coll. He is the strong silent type who works through the absolute worst weather (in fact, when he is here we nearly always have the worst weather) and it looks like he is nearly finished. Then it got very dark and something cold and sharp and pointy began to hit the backs of my legs. A hailstorm! The sun came back out and there was a fabulous rainbow and half a secondary, with all the colours in reverse, and these sharp bullets went on hitting my legs. Just as well the wind was behind me, although it might have dictated the direction I faced. So when I got back to the car I had soaking wet feet and calves and all the back of me, but it was so good to have got out.