Frothing

After yesterday's flirtation with heavy rain at Huntly Castle, we then developed a more committed relationship with weather. Last night it sounded like someone was pointing a hose on full blast at our bedroom window. So noisy. It must have sucked to be a seagull nesting on the flat roof over the way.

Weather continued to be ridiculously wild and the sea looked well frothy. It must have also sucked to be out on the big tanker anchored off the coast. It kept emerging from the squall and looking all ghostly...

Anyway, lunch in the Banff Springs Hotel. It looks nicer on the inside than the outside. I had a hankering for steak pie. I sated that hanker.

Home now. We have some friends visiting tomorrow though their poor wee girl has come down with the chicken pox mid trip so festival frolics are defiantly out.

Oh! I've switched the heating on IN AUGUST. Where'd summer go?