Well, not long got the electricity back, so been incommunicado most of the day - and cold and hungry. By dusk no trees had fallen on Moon Raker (she's surrounded by them in the garden
), but the loch was a sight to see. Wild, wild, wild. Strongest winds were westerly so we were sheltered, slightly, but there were times I couldn't walk against the wind - or even stand, when I went out to check on things.
Interesting to see that some of the more modern yachts on the moorings (40 plus footers) were almost on their beam ends in the gusts. How the hell they'd manage to hang on to a sail I don't know. No wonder there are so many LB call outs to yachts in strong winds because their engine has failed. The older designs were faring much better. Not a good day for Ribbin' though.