Jings. Opened the curtains to see a storm tossed sea crashing up along the breakwater. The trip to the garden centre would have to be postponed.
So very much later, after a meet up with the son, it was time for a bit of theatre. Pink Mist at the Traverse. About three young guys from Bristol who signed up and went to Afghanistan. Great bit of what is termed physical theatre I think - cracking music, and hugely poetic. Jest triffic. The writer, Owen Sheers, is Welsh and the first writer in residence to be appointed by any national rugby union team. Fancy that!