Today I took my dog for a walk near the picturesque village of Clopton. As you can see from the background of the picture, it's about as flat as a flattened out flat thing in those parts. There is absolutely no shelter from the wind, which was both howling and cold. Note the grasses in the foreground, lying almost flat under the power of it.
I came home and gave the (muddy) dog a warm bath and now she is curled up on her bed (which I have moved into the office for now) covered by a blanket. All tuckered out.