A bit grim

After our sojourn in Andalucía it is back to cold reality.  My bucket and spade, my paper Saltire, are now back in the attic with my suitcases and my inflatable Jim Baxter.   Showers tasting of salt are rattling past the windows.  This is taken from the porch at 3.06 p.m.  I wouldn’t send CMC outside for a Blip on a day like today.  The bulk of ward Hill may be seen lurking.