I was woken around 4 am by the sound of the wind. When I got up and opened the curtains the lawn (what's left of it) was covered in white blobs. Not giant hailstones but blossom off a fruit tree a few houses away.
A morning of domesticity followed and by the afternoon the wind speed had dropped. Had a quick walk to Waterhead hoping to find something different to blip. The group of young people on this boat unwittingly obliged.
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