Sunday 31 May
I could have sworn I was having dreams all of last about a man sitting in my lounge drinking my hard-earned fermented beverage of choice (kombucha) and whistling. Whistling! That's right, ends up I only closed one latch on the kitchen window and that south-easterly was doing its best to howl through the crack of the almost closed window. Hence the ’whistle.’ If you fizz on a good old stormy 🏄♂️ as I do then there will be some local waves for those on the shore and coast today/tomorrow.