Wind and wuthering

The wind was blasting over the Helm, driving stinging hail and sleet into our eyes.  The fell ponies were taking shelter in the lea of the dry stone wall that divides the hill ridge lengthwise.  Snow is forecast tonight.

Tomorrow I am heading south after work to see the Old Flyer for a few days.  I expect any snow will have cleared through by then.

This will be my last blip for a while.  Time is short and my energy and attention are needed elsewhere.  Thank you to everyone who comments for your kindness, and for the sprinkling of stars and hearts on the Gus blip a week ago.