At least it stopped raining for a short while...

It doesn't take long for the Gail and Nobby household to start suffering from cabin fever. 

Once the Storm Babet deluge had subsided on Friday, Gail decided we'd stroll down to the mouth of the harbour and check out the sea state. 

Not a bad idea although, to be honest, it's not the most thrilling walk.

I busied myself by picking up random bits of litter en route while Gail tried (without much success) to capture on camera a short-lived rainbow.

We passed the offshore supply bases and it soon became clear that the rain might have stopped but there was no let up in the gale force winds. The waves had all but submerged the outer barrier to the harbour.

The fact that it was VERY BRAVE of me to 'pose nicely' for the camera in this particular spot might not be obvious from the still photograph.

But I think you'll see my point if you watch this wee video...

The rain returned with a vengeance on Saturday...

Too much weather...

Thursday was looking quite promising. Or so I thought. 

First of all, I noticed that Gail did not get dressed in what I now recognise to be her cycling clothes (black leggings, bright orange top). Always a Good Thing. 

She took me to the park after breakfast let me play at length with a new friend, cocker spaniel Georgie. See how his tail is almost as waggly as mine! Black lab neighbour Angus showed up too, although he's not a great one for rough and tumble. 

It was quite windy, but that's fun, right? 

Shortly after we got back to the house I started to hear rain pelting against the window and a strengthening gale tearing branches off trees. So I curled up in my favourite chair while Gail busied herself with baking some cheese and haggis scones. 

Mid afternoon, this hooded apparition, wrapped head-to-toe in Gore-Tex, disturbed my haggis-related reverie and proclaimed, with what I suspect was forced jolliness: "Righty-ho Nobby, time for our afternoon outing, I think you might be needing this". She proceeded to dress me in my red waterproof jacket (which I am not at all sure I like).

We just walked a short distance along the disused railway line. The weather was perfectly horrid. 

I surveyed the scene and decided that if I scrambled up the embankment and stood beside the wall I would be better sheltered from the Storm Babet. 

When Gail called I refused to budge until she tempted me down with a nice treat. Then she put on my lead and we were both happy to return to our dry and cosy home, and watch videos of the storm on the local news outlets. Gail charged her phone and torch, and checked her supply of candles. 

Happy Nature Friday friends. Thanks once again to our wonderful friends Rosy and Sunny for hosting this blog hop. We hope the weather's better where you are!