Friday, December 29
Are now a thing of the past. The evening and tonight’s forecast: rain, becoming heavy again after midnight, accompanied by further gales. It’s the little differences you notice. At our new homestead, rain doesn’t necessarily fall from the clouds, it more often moves from left to right. Today on the moor the deluge seemed to come from the ground, bottom upwards, ascending the hill at 50-60 knots. Neighbouring sheep - stoics that they are - seemed to take it in their stride. Air continues to roar along the arroyo below us, driving rain into the stone and cob walls. The barn is overwhelmed with that familiar damp, earthy smell. Outside is littered with thatch. God, I love this place.