Wild

Every two or three days I change the word on the fridge. Today it is wild.

It refers to the weather conditions I had to drive through for over two hours tonight as I made my way back from a gig in Angus. I felt distinctly vulnerable driving across the Friarton Bridge, the van getting buffeted about by some very strong gusts of wind.

The weather in Fife was borderline apocalyptic and I was pretty sure I wouldn't be allowed over the Forth Road Bridge. But thanks to the power of Twitter, it was negotiated successfully and I was soon home with my fish supper.