No es un arco iris

On the drive to town it actually started hailing, although the sun was shining brightly. From experience I knew to expect a rainbow over to the left, and sure enough a huge vibrant complete and double arc appeared. Stopping the car to take a photo, I was distracted by Buster, alarmed by the noise of the hailstones and the sudden stop, throwing up over his basket and down the arm of my coat, skilfully the inside of the sleeve. By the time I'd mopped up the worst of it the rainbow had of course gone, and the hail had stopped. Instead you get a pic of a very sickly cake in the supermarket caff.
Oh, and welcome back, blipfoto.