Bright but cold morning, 4C, with occasional hail showers. The guest
goes to his fire extinguishers at 9 o'clock, mrs B goes to see a
vampire and I sort out my stacks of paper. Over the weekend, 4 youths
were discovered in a storage depot up the road, formerly a Harris Tweed
mill. They vandalised a car by bashing all its windows in, and a
caravan by spraying the windows with paint. They had rigged up a Xmas
tree to a car battery. It's a quiet day, just for a change. A flotilla
of ducks has taken up residency in the basin outside the front. Ferry
is in later than scheduled at lunchtime. Generally the consensus is
that we had an atrocious week, weatherwise last week; the weather is
nobody's fault, but breakdowns are. As is a decision to sail in
stormforce winds, which were forecast, although the formal warning came
out a bit late. I sent an email to the Met Office expressing my concern
over the absence of a galewarning for NW Scotland, until it was too
late. It was issue at 10 a.m., but then the decision to set forth had
been taken. After supper, mrs B's sister comes to call. She normally
lives on Tyneside and came on the plane. She smokes like chimney stack.
Bedtime around midnight. It's very cold; temperature around 0C,
Eskdalemuir at -3C at that time.
Friday, 18 November 2005
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