Blowing in the wind (Day 41)

An unseasonably chilly wind was blowing as I wandered the dogs up the hill this morning. The clear skies are a  distant memory replaced with uniform grey dullness.
I checked that the broken wife had everything she needed before I trundled to work.
Back home and the dogs demanded a walk. We headed to Wasdale again. I am pretty sure it will become a much more regular blip as HV continues her recovery. I liked the wool blowing in the win