Bawbag

No, not you Andy. The hurricane obviously. Everywhere else in the world they christen their storms with simple names but here in Scotland, they're treated with the contempt they deserve and called things like 'Bawbag' *

Andy and I had the shortest blipmeet ever down by the River Forth here earlier. Just after our employer had decided to err on the side off caution and let all our students get home whilst they still could we headed down to see how choppy the water was. It was choppy, although the photo here makes it look pretty placid. I think we were out of the car for at least 90 seconds before the fear of being sucked over the railing by the Bawbag (no, not a euphimism) had us scurrying back inside.

We've been taking a good battering since then with the winds picking up and currently howling outside. Lots of cracking shots documenting this on here too, not least this one from Richard. Fingers crossed this all passes quickly and without much more incident so that we can get back to worrying about the snow.

And, despite the police advising everyone not to travel tonight and the lights flickering on and off, my daughter's employer has decided it's OK to be serving Christmas dinners tonight, so we'll be dodging the debris and the floods to get her in. Great.

Feels like we might not have electricity much longer so posting this early. Take it easy all.

*Bawbag - affectionate Scottish colloquialism for a man's scrotum. As opposed to a woman's.