Beached.

Strong gusts of wind pushed against me as I walked by the harbour this afternoon. On the beach a 30 foot fishing boat was stuck fast. The weekend's gales were severe. A lone sole was using a spade to dig around the boat. Maybe the tide will do the rest. I hope to see it gone tomorrow.

You can hear the sound of the wind and see its results but where it comes from and where it goes, who can say.

Ever asked, "Is there a God?" Some answer, "Unless I see, I won't belive." Hey; what about the wind?

Capital What!