We are in the middle of one of those wild winter storms on Mull, where it is so windy, it almost feels dangerous to be outside. I ventured out with Farmer this morning though after he had fed the animals to go and make sure that the Haunn Cottages were okay, that they hadn’t suffered any damage over night. There was a slight tear to the ridging on East Cottage roof, but the winds were far too strong to think about ladders let alone climbing one.
We walked down beyond Haunn to the wooden gate which leads to the shore. We could hardly walk against the strength of the wind. The swell was pounding the shoreline, with clouds of salt spray lifting up onto the raised beach on the wind. I could taste it.
The hail was painful and Walter (the bearded collie) was desperately trying to escape it, running round and round until Farmer called him to his side.
The sun even came through the fast moving clouds once or twice.
The wind is picking up now, and it is getting dark. The cattle shed is closed up, full of this years hoggs with the bull and some calves. They have had their afternoon feed. The fire is lit, and it feels safely snug to be indoors.
