A force 10 breeze.

The wee dog nearly blown off his feet.

Festive goody bags handed out to our dog walking chums, nothing too elaborate, bag of doggy treats, home made chocolate truffles and Mrs FP's renowned Christmas cake.

Our annual harvest of artichokes is well on the way to become soup. Bit of a bumper crop this year. The plants themselves seemed to struggle, never looking overly happy but the tubers were plentiful and a good size.

Will save a few for replanting for next year, not that you need to, once you have artichokes you'll always have them.