Home at the double to try and get out and walk but chucking it down when I got back so tea first but by half eightish there was a pause and we cantered off - missing the second half of the football but hey, sometimes you have to make sacrifices.
Fantastic cloudscapes: bright white one way, heavy, black and threatening the other. Steel-blue cloud-caves you could have crawled into, layer upon layer of roiling, broiling greyness......
And after the tree-ness of trees last week, this evening it was the grass-ness of grass: lush, green, wet and waist high in places, the dogs were cleaner when we got back than when we set off and I got soaked but not cold and suddenly it really felt like June.
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