Weather from he.. the Atlantic, Craft Fair, Mud and Snow

I've had comments about the American style of the date here and sorry Pauline, I haven't yet figured out how to make it British.  It's raining again, still, again, now, it was snowing this morning, but it isn't blowing now and that makes it better, a little.  Is this climate change or just bad luck?  Despite all the storms, we have been very busy.  Life just happens here with panache, as you can see from the picture of the craft fair, where many talented islanders sell their wares.  Maybe we will have the time for such luxuries as making things for selling one day.  Survival seems the main frame for us just now.  We have a bed to sleep in now!  We extricated it from our stored goods and shackles in the big shed and carried it down to the wee hut on a wheelbarrow.  We just managed to get it into the hut in between showers after planning this big event for 3 weeks.  It was always either too wet or to windy to manage this.  Not at all easy through the mud.  Then the mattress was next, wrapped in a plastic sheet and tied up with string.  I went across to Oban and purchased an electric under-blanket and oh boy, the luxury of it all!  It has made such a difference, though I don't normally like electric blankets, the warmth helps to keep the bed damp free and my bones have stopped aching.  I did have the flu for a few days also, I can only pretend to be hardy for a short time before it all becomes a bit too much.  I frequently find myself looking on the internet for holidays in warm places.....But, I'm not allowed, not till the house is finished.  By then we won't have any money left so it wont be any temptation.  Who knows, maybe we will be selling our wares at next years craft fair, so that we too can go on a holiday.  Stop moaning me!  The foundations are going up a pace, trees are going in at a rate of 50 per day, which is wonderful just.  Yesterday I planted 100 alders, 10 buckthorn, 30 June berries, 10 elder, and today 20 bird cherries and 10 guelder roses and 10 dog roses.  Watched a Kestral hunting and hovering while lying in bed this morning with the snow framing the view on the mountains all around.