Oh dear. I did feel sorry for the tourists today.

Imagine booking a week in a Thorness Bay caravan in gale 9 northerly winds.

Imagine trying to cycle around the island into an oncoming gale.

Imagine plodding up the hill to the Downs with your rhythm sticks aclicking when a gust of wind snatches your hat and you have to run down the hill again to collect it.

But for the brave few that made it to the top and the viewpoints, it was the most spectacularly clear day we've had here in years. The sunset was spectacular. The light was incredible. We even had a bit of snow, before it was whirled away by the wind.

Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful and somehow so much more appreciated now that I am sat beside a fire, with a glass of red and have finally shed the thermals.