the vagaries of nature

it would appear i missed some wild and wonderful weather in the small wee hours of this morning!
either my new home is really sound proof and has the most stable roof in ayrshire or...
i was really sound asleep...
i woke up at about seven thirty, stared with dismay at my morning face. liewe wereld, it was one of those days! my eyes were slits in the puffy surroundings of my larger than normal face.
nope...i had not been drinking the night before ;-)
i managed to stumble through to the kitchen and make myself the cup of black, bitter coffee i love. pulled my jacket on over my jammies, managed to descend the stairs without spilling ...always a good sign.
i paused between the two front doors to light my first smoke of the day...generally attempting to light a cigarette once past the entrance space is pretty much a waste of time. breezy place in winter, my village.
not a breath of wind and no rain, wet though, the whole verandah was soaked, the daffodils appeared to have been mowed down...hmmmm...
i took up my coffee drinking, cigarette smoking position. leaning nonchalantly against the door jam. i surveyed my kingdom. one set of gates were open, so someone must have been up and about the place. probably lady s, that woman is a workforce all on her own...no sight of her now though, safe to hang around in my jammies looking like an out of work bum. the scots have a grand work ethic, retirement is appreciated as it allows them to work themselves to death on a volunteer basis.

The sun came out, no wind...
the rest of the uk is being battered by gale force winds, high tides and flooding. lucky us...
for some reason the weather gods have decided to look kindly down on our village.
always one to take advantage of a bit of sunshine i took off on my daily walk.
the tide was in, bashing against the stone built embankments which prevent the wishing tide from moving in on the built up shore front.the harbour water level was higher than i have ever seen it. not really much of a harbour, as when the tide goes out...
well, the harbour becomes a mere sand bed. i do remember seeing some small water craft docked there last summer, nary a one during the winter though.

i meet a fellow, with time to spare, he leans against the back of a bench and gazes out to sea.
"good bit o'weather" he says,
"wild night, last" he says,
"not good doon sooth" he says
"we're lucky, i hear ayr is taking a beating" he says

i say "lucky us" and flash him a cheery smile

"aye" he says "the good lord takes care of his ain!"

how good to know...
i live among the chosen...
safe from the vagaries of nature...