stormy stormy night

Sometimes fishwives tell the truth. The storm hit around 0400 and is still howling in anger. Several properties have had their rooves ripped off. Windows gape imploded and tiles crazy-pave the esplanade. The sea is bereft, struggling with some eternal inner conflict. Hey ho, haggis tomorrow. We were due to go skiing today but had to make do with oysters, champagne and wave-dodging.