wind - gales - whip the sea - hens stagger against it and man and self plus dog take to the hills - an hour later I am exhausted. The Chinese have a name for it - poisoned by wind!

I was once - having lived in London and returned North for a few days. My uncle took me for a walk across the forth road bridge. The wind it did most fiercely blow. Afterwards I felt zonked as though my head was too blown through. I think I had to sit down and recover for hours.

So we are used or unused to breath. In London in them days I was in the habit of not breathing - it was (cycling through the city from Brixton to Regent's Park daily) not recommended. You wrapped yourself in a scarf and tried only to snatch at air but not take it in deeply.

A new year's resolution - to breath more. To open windows. To be part of the great exchange.

Happy wind to you. x