At first glance it looks like snow drifted on the grass and pathway….


but it’s not really white and it’s quivering in the wind.


There’s been a strong wind blowing in from the sea since Thursday and the waves have been whipped into a froth which becomes airborne when it hits the beach.  The bitingly cold wind carries ever changing weather ahead of it too.  Ten minutes of clear blue sky, five minutes of high white clouds, then a faceful of driven snow as the dark clouds dip low again.  Four days ago it felt as though spring had reached Spittal.  Today I’m not so sure.