What can I say? It’s still windy. I feel as if it has been blowing for months without a break. Its still whirling about out there, veering from east to south. I’m getting annoyed now, and there's no real sign of an end this coming week either.

I’m really keen to get on with tree planting and sorting out the cleared space at the shed, but that's not going to happen yet. I do have plenty to do in the polycrubs, mind you. Things to plant, sow, pot on, clear - all that stuff. Hopefully I can focus on that instead of this “old woman rants at cloud” stuff.

We had a lovely week with family home, but they have gone back now. The house is so quiet as we return to our routines.

I spent yesterday afternoon down at the community hall helping with the deep clean, as we gear up for this year's weddings. I spent a pleasant few hours, washing and drying the silverware, and arranging it tidily back in the containers. Various people stopped by to help, on and off, so I had some lovely conversations. I think I got the best job.

I didn't go to church this morning because of the gale and the storm surge that was forecast for that time. I had a nice lazy lie-in, reading We Made A Garden, by Margery Fish and drinking coffee.

Dinner was a fabulous ribeye from a local butcher. I used a rub with wild garlic salt I made last week, and some dried herbs. It was delicious. We had it with potato salad. Greek yogurt, raspberries and honey for dessert.

We've spent the afternoon and evening watching football on TV, although the boy has been popping in and out of the shed gym, and I have been knitting on the hoodie. Second sleeve underway now, so the end is in sight.

Bedtime read is The Illyrian Spring by Ann Bridge - very enjoyable so far.