I really hate the wind. Many years ago when our four kids were small all we could afford for a holiday was our 6 berth tent. Bought cheap as cheap in the Rent a tent shop. (Rent a tent seem to have gone forever.)
We all loved camping. Then one year we went to Whitby. Camped on a camp site on the cliff.
As we went to bed I said to the DP "It's a bit windy." and he said, "We'll be fine."
Next thing was a haloo from the coastguard telling us to evacuate the cliff. This is in the pitch dark, raining, and I have 4 young children to get into the car and drive off the cliff not knowing in which direction. I do know we lost the nappy bucket and my gold earrings, but the rest is a blur. We managed the camp site pub where everyone else was. Then the roof of said pub threatened to lift off.... We did survive and got home. The DP was very proud our tent was one of the last to blow down. It took over a week for said tent to dry out draped in the house.
So I do not like the wind. And it is back.
So no walk today.
I would have had a go had it been sunny. But it was ultra gloomy. Plus I had taken my second monthly pill, to prevent breaking bones, particularly the spine which I had a fracture. And still not sure whether there was to come a side effect, the list of which are horrific. I am still here. Hey ho.
So my walk was to the shedudio.
On the drawing board, Tommy, the pony. Watercolour.
Windy again tomorrow, but I will get out and probably just get to the railings on the Prom and hold on tight.