Shelter from the Rain

Another day, another adventure. Once again, I was up at 5am and on the road by 6:00. Where was I going? The beautiful, picturesque Cotswolds. Home - once upon a time. The heavens had opened and the rain was pounding down on the Twingo's roof, as if needles were falling from the sky. The little Renault was my shelter, as I nibbled away at my breakfast. A moody start to the day - a day that was soon brightened by our dear friend, the sunshine.