I'm sitting here in my study looking out on the very wild morning delivered to us by Storm Ciara. I took the dog out for a two hour walk early on, before the rain set in, as she certainly won't be getting much of a one later. We had the wind behind us to start with but coming back into a head wind was definitely a challenge - hardly the 86 mph gusts they've had at Capel Curig, but enough to take me off my feet at one point. Carys, of course, was fine - this is when having four legs and a low centre of gravity is really advantageous!
No wonder the weather becomes such a major feature - indeed a character in its own right - in so much literature. The effect it has upon individuals, decisions they make, their environments, on history itself (the decision when to launch the D Day invasion for example) - it has tremendous significance. At the moment I'm reading "Twenty Thousand Saints" by Fflur Daffydd, a novel set on Bardsey Island; the elements rule the lives of those living on Bardsey and those coming, as do Daffydd's characters, for recreation, religion or less reputable reasons. The narrow straight of water between the island and the mainland and the winds and tides that govern it subtly dominate the narrative. It's an intriguing story on many levels - well worth a read.
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