Today we took an afternoon walk down to one of our favourite beaches at Gullane.
The wind was most fierce and I enjoyed watching the Kite Surfers skiting at speed across the Forth estuary.
I have always loved the power and drama of windy days. As a child on such occasions, I was often warned by Mum "... to watch out for falling chimney pots". That good advice has stayed with me and I can honestly say that I have not been hit by a chimney to date :-).
At School we boys used to upturn our jackets above our heads and use them as human sails to propel ourselves at otherwise unachievable speeds across the playground.
At School we boys used to upturn our jackets above our heads and use them as human sails to propel ourselves at otherwise unachievable speeds across the playground.
A previous windy day at St Abb's Head on the East coast had reminded me of this exhilarating feeling. It was all I could do, just to stand up!
