Blasted

I attempted a walk from Irvine's Harbour Arts Centre out to the beach on Saturday morning.

Despite being down-wrapped, begloved and behatted, I gave up just short of the harbour mouth, after enduring about 15 minutes of being wind-blasted to the point where my eyes and nose were streaming (what a lovely mental image!).

All for the sake of "fresh air" and a blip.

I retreated instead to the HAC for a coffee, cake and a book, waiting for Freya to come out of her art class.

Before I called it quits on the great outdoors, I spotted this Christmas wreath nailed to the side of what I think was a wooden mooring. It, too, was wind and snow blasted.

Those poor folk on Arran and elsewhere, in this weather and with no eleccie....