|This scene is nicer than the sideways rain we've got at the moment!|
Now I realise that wind and rain are the winter norm here, to be honest despite the horrible driving conditions I'm really missing the snow. It at least looks quite nice doesn't it? Unlike today which is wet and fierce, rather than being battered in the face like a wet angry kipper. Or a flock of sardines with tiny angry tails (do sardines flock?) - there's just too much wind action to be just one tail flapping and slapping your chops in this type of weather. I really wonder sometimes what on earth I've done to put myself through this. I think perhaps a balaclava maybe in order - just to add to my normal everyday glamourous wardrobe. I wonder if you get stripey ones? Or just ninja style black ones?
As I ventured out in pj's to do the hens (clad in glamourous wellies, fleece, hat, scarf and head down) the hen food managed to try to set itself free by flying out of the slow cooker filled pot of tasty treats and home made porridge - needless to say the hens were in the byre all snuggled up together. There were tentative glances out the door of the byre as I arrived with food, the lack of hens flurrying toward me lent me to think that they'd rather have their food indoors today thank you very much. Hens it would seem are not a fan of this weather either. And, of course being a sap I obliged! For my efforts though I was rewarded with 8 eggs. Thier little plastic bucket fits nicely into the sturdy slow cooker pot - which saved them being clattered about the place and I slowly made my way, almost horizontal in strides against the wind, back into the house.
|Home-grown egg with Nori, home grown beetroot with pepper and Nori - a few of the delightful little mouthful from the kitchen!|
|'Picture of Victoria Street Kirkwall showing the old shop front of William Shearers' date c1940, photo Craig Taylor|