Just across from us in the Marina there is an old wooden double ender, two bows, with a crew of Swedish Scouts on board. It must be fairly "cosy" on board as there is a lot of them.  I feel embarrassed that we are subjecting them to our weather. 

This is the boat berthed next door to me, a lovely much cared for wooden job, lovely too look at but I couldn't bare to keep up with the work involved.  

By two this afternoon the cloud had lifted and the wind abated so that it all turned out beautiful again.  What a strange country, in so many ways.