Wind stops play!

The Wee ‘Un and I had a lovely time for a while today, planting hawthorn, dog rose and sweet briar while also “hunting trolls” under the mature sitka spruce.

Unfortunately, we had to stop early as the winter winds suddenly came blasting over the ridge from the north-west, tipping the wheelbarrow over, blowing the trees away and sending all the trolls scurrying into their holes! Well, that’s what the Wee ‘Un said and who am I to disagree.

In the couple of hours it took to do a few inside chores, have lunch and take the boy to playgroup, the wind had picked up further to the extent that I was knocked off my feet twice while clearing the fence around the pig pens.