Casting the Blame

His Lordship put the blame fairly and squarely at the door of the weather forecasters. Based on their interpretation of a springlike day with gentle winds and sunshine, he suggested we drive down the coast, buy our lunch in the Filling Station at Longniddry and do a bit of outdoor sketching by the Harbour at Port Seton.

It all went to plan until we reached Port Seton when it became apparent when I found the car door difficult to open against the howling gale and saw the approach of a thunderously grey sky, that it was about to rain on our parade and we were not going to have that halcyon time sitting together on a bench in the sun drawing boats.

The sun did eventually appear again and I tried the 'en plein air' bit, but my fingers froze to the pencil and I had to retreat to the relative warmth of the car.
We ate our lunch very early.