I returned from several hours in school - digging up some old books from the library (including a lovely 1937 edition of a Rudyard Kipling book) and talking to a couple of my lecturers about term papers - to delight in a respite from the howling wind. No longer is it rattling at my window, trying to force its way in to freeze me from head to toe. No longer are the waves bashing against the pebbled shore. No longer did I have to stagger against the wind when crossing Middle Street to get to the flat.
But not for long I'm sure. The forecast is showers over the rest of the week, although Saturday has the glorious forecast of "Cloudy", a good sign as I'm off to Bath and Stonehenge!