Tramontana.

In Spain the wind is called the tramuntana [tɾəmunˈtanə] or [tɾamunˈtana] in Catalan and tramontana [tɾamonˈtana] in Spanish, Galician and Basque. The wind also lends its name to the Serra de Tramuntana in Mallorca. The wind is prevalent in the northern Mediterranean coast (Catalonia, Mallorca, Menorca) and can be so strong as to be disturbing; there is a saying in Catalan culture (specially in Empordà) that refers to a person as «touched by tramuntana» (tocat per la tramuntana) when they behave oddly or seemly lost their marbles. Salvador Dalí was often referred to as someone tocat per la tramuntana in his native Empordà.

The wind did keep me up most of the night, as things could be heard crashing and banging around the garden. I'd just dozed off around 7:30 when the builders turned up, shouting and hammering, on a Sunday, and Mother's Day at that. It continued as a día de mierda as no cards or chats with my kids, no special meal (I made do with a pot noodle), and no decent dog walk. We went to Fornells to look at the waves, but everyone in the world had done the same, and the area was crowded which freaked Loki out and we had to return home. I took a few phone pics first (extras). The workmen continued until after 6pm, building the best part of a huge further wall, but I derived some amusement from watching one callow youth without protective headgear trying to shovel sand into a cement mixer in a severe gale. Much of it is now in our garden.