Windy and Dying

Just when you thought you had escaped my blip of the dying tulips, here they are- one of the few flowers that become more interesting the older they get.

With the wind howling like a banshee round the building I am not venturing out again. It felt like being in a wind tunnel just to get along the path outside to the roadway when I met up with the Merry Widows this morning  in Söderberg. They had been blown in using their sticks as support and we watched from inside the huge vortex of wind outside whipping all the dried leaves into a spiral frenzy.

Apparently, when my two Merry Widows were on their way home and trying to cross Middle Meadow Walk to get to George Square, they had to be rescued by passing students and helped to their car or they would have been blown over and away.