The Wicked Witch of the North
We've had several days of windy, showery weather, the boat rocking and rolling, the dinghy bump bumping, the chimney soughing, bits and bobs squeaking and tapping. Sans Souci is alive and letting me know it
I have a cast iron tum, Terre, just sometimes when Souc is pitching and tossing it can be a bit problematic moving around her and it's safer to stay in bed. This bit of jumbly weather hasn't been that bad, just somewhat noisy and coolish for this time of year. As we were all sweltering in a heatwave last week no one is really that sorry.