As I write, the wind is gaining strength but my plan is go day-by-day through this storm.  Like the train in Dumbo, “I think I can, I think I can“.

My only priority is that Iacs gets his pills daily and everyone else is safe, that’s all I want.

And if the electricity could stay on as well, then that’s a bonus too.

And, as I am now have a shopping list of all my requests, that all the outbuildings and our roof stay intact or at least on.

As I was on my way out of the door (going to work on a friend’s website), I found this lot had let themselves back out of their field – quite the woolly escape artistes, they are when they choose – and were posing for an album cover.

I’m not sure what the name of the band is but I expect they all know.  Something to do with wool or food.

The Shetland ponies have made camp behind their containers – a very sheltered spot with grass and bucket of water.  I am refusing to worrying about them.

They are tough and healthy – much more so too than last year.

Even Tiddles looks good.

So, that’s me, off to put the ducks and hens to bed for the night.  The wind is going up a notch overnight and then the fun really begins.  Buckets in the wind!

Let me count the ways I love winter….. ah yes, none.