It's blowing a hooley here, with rain and sleet but no snow. We're only a couple of miles from the coast so it's unlikely we'll get the snow.
The burn is in spate and the water table up, so there's flooding in bits, but nothing to worry about as our house never floods.
My colt is inside, but the other four are out in it, although down in the den out of the worst of the wind. I'd hoped to keep my last two bales of haylage till I go on a weeks holiday in a fortnight, when they would have fed them ad lib while I am away. Had planned to use hay in the meantime, but it won't stay on the ground long enough to be eaten in this wind. I have a source of more haylage if needed, but had hoped not to have to buy. The grass had been growing there for a few days, but this will slow it up again.
I haven't seen a hen all day.
I hate living here. There is very little shelter from the winds; it's either muddy or it's dusty; late spring and early summer usually means haar and easterly winds whilst the rest of the country enjoys sun; and the risk of grass sickness is ever worrying. I want to move a bit to the north west and into more undulating, wooded country like I'm used to, where I can get a bit of shelter on one side of the hill or the other. I get it from all sides here.
'My heart's in the highlands, my heart is not here, my heart's in the highlands a-chasing the deer'
