My Cill Rialaig Diary.
Day 3, Wednesday 4th March 2009
Rain on the windscreen.
It sounded like the northwest wind would lift the roof last night. I rise to see snow on the mountains inland and hailstones rattling on Cill Rialaig.
It takes me all morning to reload the van with my painting gear. With a packed lunch I head off hoping to find a break in the weather when I’ll jump out and set up my easel to capture the atmospherics. No chance. The surrounding mountains appear and disappear as rain follows hail, which is followed by more hail. I step out once but the gale blows, picks up to storm force and I have to keep well back from the pier’s edge. Defeated I return to the cottage, light the stove and start a small painting in the studio.
I am happy and cosy, painting away as the elements rattle on the glass roof above my head. My conscious is clear, at least I tried to get out but the weather won this round. I’ll be back. But for now, early to bed.
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