Philo and I build the deck so that guests have outside space making the tiny studio more user-friendly.
This is not so easy- the weather is telling us to stay indoors.
Philo, from France, asks if this is usual: I tell him this is a Highland winter worksite – ‘Oui, c’est normal’.
He looks out from the shelter of the overhanging eaves, down the whitening farm road, across
snowswept pasture and marshland to where the grey gleaming river glides uneasily.
‘I am used to snow falling from the sky’-
he gestures accordingly-
‘- here it goes sideways.’
We turn toward our task, backs to the gale.