No cycling today!

I’d just finished getting the boys to bed last night and was about to sit down for a quiet moment when I heard a familiar rumbling, whooshing sound in the distance.

A few seconds later and there was a thud, following by groaning and creaking as the first of the real winter winds slammed into the croft.

The door to the old cottage blew in, the lighter chicken houses were knocked askew, any detritus lying about the steading vanished in an instant and small branches were sent flying off the trees.