I'm pleased to report that Gail and I survived Storm Arwen on Friday night, with no damage to person or property in our little corner of Aberdeen. Gail felt a bit sorry for the folk who were stuck on a train inbetween here and Inverness for 17 hours, but in my experience Scotrail staff keep generous supplies of shortbread on board, so no-one would have had to go hungry.
By Sunday the storm force winds had been replaced by snow and ice.
So Gail pulled my red 'Nordic snowflake' jumper out of my winter clothing bag and suggested I put it on for our planned outing to Forvie Nature Reserve.
For some reason she seemed delighted that I would be able to wear this home-knitted sweater for a second year, and rather scoffed when I expressed concern at being seen in last season's outfit. She assured me today's trend is for clothes which last, and that 'fast fashion' is no longer de rigueur.
Whatever.
To say the weather at Forvie was changeable would be an understatement.
But I will say one constant was that everyone we met* on the hour long walk did comment on my fine knitwear.
So I guess for once Gail was right.
*Gail says: "everyone we met" - that would be just three other hardy walkers.
