I'm feeling a little bleary this morning. It's "can't sleep because of the noise of the storm" season, which usually kicks in around November. But it's early this year. Our house is gable-on to the fierce south-westerlies but roof-space bedrooms and large skylight windows mean that all storm noise gets amplified. At 3am everything is amplified.
It's pitch dark when I get up in the morning and even now, at 9am, you couldn't really call it daylight.
I'm currently sitting at my kitchen table, looking south-east. The tide is high and, from this elevation, it looks like the ferocious deep-turquoise sea starts right at the end of my lawn. That's pretty much the case, actually.
The sky has brightened since I started typing and I can now see huge white waves breaking over the point to the right of the bay. The mountains are now visible: bleak but still autumn-yellow. In the foreground a lone seagull hangs in the air, maybe just struggling to make headway.
Welcome to autumn/winter in the north-west Highlands. Time to hunker down. And I'm rather looking forward to it.
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