Thursday, and the weather- world of the island still storm-unsettled.
Wild winds and gales.... rain tattoos, and the ocean waves crashing rocks upon rocks beyond the small field at the back here as the tide reaches full.
Light fading, then brightening, as the wind shifts cloud cover. Turbulent March . Leonine still, restless swift changing.
Every surface in the kitchen is laden with improvised seed trays. and already peas and broad beans are pushing their sturdy shoots into the air. Today added sweet peas .
Three cats atop my bed as I rest. Two on their patrols. We are safe and snug, fire well lit with coal and turf. Secure on the island as nowhere else.
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