Folk round here have a thing about flying on the first and last day of the year. We managed to fly on the 1st January this year,  so we were determined to fly the 31st December as well.

The forecast was identical to yesterday. Sunny southerlies and looking good on paper. I had my doubts though and thought it would be a complete repeat of Tuesday, and lo and behold, 11am the winds started. We went out to show willing, but on getting to Olot, we could see the duvet effect and it was howling, so we wrote the day off. We headed up towards Rupit and looked at the 500-odd trees that have come down along the road.

We bumped into the family in the village and had a snowball fight and a play in the local playground. Afterwards Geoff and I went for a walk along the river. We only had limited daylight left and we got trapped between two sets of fallen trees and had to shift them in order to get back, but it was a nice little adventure.

Then off to my parent’s for food, silly games and lashings of Cava. Happy New Year!

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