Weather report 2 + crocheting the results.

My view from the Lighthouse Cafe, today, as I had my lunch.  Roast Garlic and Lentil Soup, yum.  And a calm sea viewed from the window.   

I am working (unpaid of course, being a trustee today, tomorrow, Tuesday and Wednesday.)

Totally different from yesterday, when a South East Wind brought havoc to the North East Coast of Scotland.  View my photographs of yesterdays blog.

The Wine Tower, Kinnaird Head.

Legend tells us that Isobel the daughter of Alexander Fraser (c1536 to 1623) 8^th laird of Philorth had fallen in love with a servant piper, and that the laird was not happy about this.  So to separate the two the laird had the piper tied-up in the cave under the Wine Tower known as Selches Hole (Seals Hole).  The laird then locked-up his daughter in the uppermost floor of the tower (The chapel) and retired to Kinnaird Castle.  Unfortunately for the servant there was an abnormally high tide due to a storm, and the poor man drowned.  When Isobel the laird’s daughter was informed of her lover’s fate, she was distraught and committed suicide by jumping from the top of the tower onto the rocks below.  The rock that she fell on is still painted red to this day.  It is said that Isobel is seen prior to bad weather, and when the weather is bad it is said that you can hear the skirl of the pipes being played by the ghost of the piper for his lost love.

Well, no-one heard the skirl of the pipes yesterday.

Our Wine Tower at Kinnaird Head.

This is a picture of a fairly normal sea bashing up the rocks.

Inside the wine tower are these corbels, this is one, and there are about ten of these.

The Wine Tower was actually a chapel.  It  probably became called the Wine Tower from the winding path from the harbour area.  

We really do not want to lose this place.

The severe winds we had yesterday have damaged this path, and it is feared the land between the wine tower and the sea.

Also damaged was the Golden Horn, the beacon at Fraserburgh Harbour.

Which survived this a few years ago.  But not the weather of yesterday.

Peterhead, has apparently, suffered worse damage.

Barriers have been put up to warn people of the dangers, the cracks in the edge of the paths that skirt the sea.  What do we get?  Idiots in their droves, hanging from their toe nails to see the damage.  

The sea was flung so high it hit the Kinnaird Head Lighthouse door and salted up the padlock!  Back up and see how far away from the sea the lighthouse is normally.  

I hope to bring you all better news as the days go on.  Barriers have been erected but the idiots ignore them, and then who will be to blame when the earth goes asunder from beneath their feet?

Back to normality?

Oh dear, oh very dear, Mum!
My first, and second, attempt at crocheting.

First was the maroon, getting smaller, despite my doing the extra stitch at the end, green one a slight improvement?  Battle on.