"Southwesterly 60-80mph, gusts 90 to temporarily 120mph on highest areas. Very difficult conditions even at low level, with any mobility widely impossible on higher areas. Severe wind chill."
120mph. 120mph!?!? Crivvens.
So, I'm staying at home. Earlier in the week, I was swithering anyway, because tomorrow is the day that Molly goes to Lamington Gundogs to start her three week residential training. I wasn't entirely sure if Marion would be able to take the dug and leave her there. As it happens, my beloved's quite happy to do it, and even though I'm not going for a walk, I'm going to hide here in the hoose while she does it, because the thought of handing over the dug is more than my extraordinarily limited amount of emotional fortitude can bear.
So, there's a wee photy of her in all her glory on Glas Tulaichean last year. Just to tide everyone over.