It's hard to believe that we were enduring bitter temperatures just two days ago when the laundry I was hanging out didn't really need clothes pins, as the wet cloth folded over the line quickly froze in place.
Yet today it's raining. Travel inland just a few kilometers and you'll encounter freezing, trecherous driving conditions. But here it is above zero with a steady mist falling; the "coastal effect" certainly dominates the weather in Eastern Passage.
Once more I heeded the "pull" of the woods at the end of the street. I hoped it might be more sheltered there than along the wind blown cliffs of Hartlen Point.
But wet is wet and and in short time rain had saturated my coat and I could feel it chilling my shoulders in my shirt beneath. My feet remained dry as I wore "wellies" rather than my leaky winter boots.