On Friday there was hardly any wind (a rare thing out here) and warm sunshine and the visitors from the May Princess strolled around in shirt sleeves. Yesterday it blew a north-easterly force 7 to 8, there was a 3m swell pounding the east side, there were no boats and it rained a bit. It blew so hard that the fog-horn was softly sounding as the wind blew across the end of the long dead horn, like a whisper of a ghost horn from years previously. The changes on this island are sometimes hard to follow.
|The thrift is coming out into full flower.|
|Visitors lounged around outside the Mousehouse visitor centre.|
|The May Princess sat serenely in the harbour.|
|Happy customers heading home.|
|A lovely afternoon for a snooze on the cliff tops.|
Saturday was a different matter.
|No boats, no visitors.|
|The harbour was a no go-zone.|
|The guillemots and shags just had to hunker down on their eggs and sit it out.|