Ok, so festivities are done for another year and once again, it's January, arguably the dullest quarter of the year except for the weather. Went to Edinburgh this morning to get my train home and was hit by winds of just over 100mph. Waverley Station was evacuated, trains were cancelled and the coke machine was out of diet.

I carried my heavy bags to the bus station and managed to get an overnight ticket for tonight's coach to London Victoria, getting in at about 6.40am tomorrow morning. On my way back to my parent's home, my bus was stopped by police and unloaded its only passenger – me – in the middle of a field, halfway to our home town.

Covered in mud, ignored by the lucky car owners and struggling not to be 'delicately' placed inside the field over-fence, one of my parent's friends was kind enough to come and collect me from under the cover of a bridge (like the troll in Billie Goats Gruff, except with the grass and goats flying along the motorway overhead alongside an Argos van). All transport was off for a few hours. It seems that the only things that weren't flying today, were the planes. 

It fills me with great pride that while our bus shelter was at the brink of collapse, the sounds of the Scottish pipes were still coming from around the corner somewhere. Although I could argue that in those conditions, the pipes practically play themselves and it was also likely that they were flying around unbeknown to their owners as well, it's a nice feeling all the same.

A couple of people at the stop were discussing Scotland's attempts to fulfill their energy consumption needs with 100% renewables by 2020. One was trying to work out whether the wind would be a good thing for turbines, or act like motor rotors, sending our country even further North to the arctic, if not sending them spinning into the sea on fire. The other was trying to work out what the country would need energy for, with the wind providing an answer for drying needs, light (house fire across the road), travel (a sail on a car), entertainment (watching old people fly past) and even music (sound of glass hitting concrete) – which, let's face it, is a heck of a lot better than some of the crap out there today.