Author: minirollsrule

Today the wind sang thru the trees surrounding the cabin, whistling around the sharp modern corners and bumping into the panes of glass. The trees shook their limbs angrily at the clouds spraying them relentlessly with tiny shards of ice and freezing water. 

Watching the frantic weather from within the cabin, we sat and stared out the huge windows. Only visible from the distorting dribbles of rain coursing down the surface, the glass separated us from the cold and wet. Yet, allowed us to be surrounded. I think the enjoyment of watching such a show comes from a mix of awe and smug defiance.

Up this tiny single track road, with passing places we wriggled up into the hills again. And as we did, the weather started to turn. It had been so good this morning, we actually had a view for most of it. Driving along we kept stopping for photos, or to ask a pig if he was meant to be crossing the road on his own.