Charleygirl MacSporran tells me that the sea is 30 metres from our front door. It has never reached as far as the verge and I doubt that it ever will. It has come close. On one occasion when winds of over 90 mph hit the coast, the sea seemed too close for comfort. I'm wondering how much debris will find its way to the shoreline. On the occasion I've just mentioned, it took a whole gang of local people an entire weekend to fill black bin bags with "stuff"...mostly empty cartons, plastic bottles, old rope and much more.
Rory doesn't like the sound of the wind. It is howling at the moment and big hail stones have bashed away at the window...still there is a lighter patch in the dark clouds. Every so often I'm treated to a glimpse of watery sunshine.