Yesterday, the end of half term, marks the end of the Isle of Wight’s tourist season.  Many attractions and shops will now shut down for the winter and the island will seem eerily deserted once again.  

Yesterday evening was a foretaste of things to come.  We took Dog out for her evening walk, and didn’t see a single person.  Not surprising, as in addition to the grey, gloom and drizzle that had hung around all day, the wind had become really fierce on the cliffs.  Dressed in head to toe waterproofs and wellies, we were met with a horizontal sheet of rain, and were buffeted backwards as we tried to took down into the Bay to watch the waves crashing over the stacks.  

Dog doesn’t mind going out in the rain and she gets very excited when the wind blows, racing up and down like a mad thing.  All three of us ended up running down the hill, my Man and I pretending to be aeroplanes, Dog running in dizzy circles.  It was exhilarating after being cooped up in front of a computer all day.  

But it begs a question.  There are literally hundreds of dogs around here.  Where do they go in wet weather? They can’t all hate the rain, so it must be their owners who do.    Not that we are complaining.  It was the most stress-free walk we’ve had for several months.  No constant switching of routes to avoid other dogs. No confrontations..  And today, the weather is just perfect again.  Just for us. Bliss