A BREAK IN THE CLOUDS

A wee bit stormy today across Scotland, though we were relatively quiet with just a flurry of hailstones and some thunder and lightning. It's the kind of storm that makes me feel I ought to go into the attic and check for loose slates. A real storm is the one that has my lying quaking in my bed, wondering if our front chimney will collapse into the street and kill someone. A front chimney, you ask? Yes, indeed. Our old weaver's cottage was designed for two weaving families plus an apprentice, who had his own room and his own fire = hence the extra chimney at the front of the house. It leans a little, but the last roofer up there advised me it looked sound. Oh, I do hope so.