A Wild Wednesday ..

.. in Wick, about forty years ago.

Biblical rain, screaming gale, camping, sons aged two and four. You can imagine. 

We  took refuge in the only 'tourist attraction'. Which was Caithness Glass. Yes, a studio where they made lovely bowls and vases and other fragile articles. A great place for the sprogs to let off steam.

But it was warm!

I remember shredded nerves but I think all the glassware remained intact. 

Indeed, we bought the above paperweight  and it has survived to be today's contribution to WildWed. (At this distance I can't be sure it was a Wednesday, but it was wild.)

Thank you, Cailleach for hosting the challenge, it's always fun to see the entries.