My word, it has been a windy few days in Caithness. I definitely cannot wear my fedora. Any flowers which looked okay last week are gone, half the buddlia bush has been shredded and my onions hae not just been loosened… they have been uprooted and blown across the plot.
Tourists do not mind the rain or the cold. The wind is another matter, though. It wreaks havoc with the nose and hurts the ears.
We locals do not like it all that much, either.