A bleak outlook.

John went out this morning, and I was waving him off by the back door, when a seagull decided to do a whoopsie, which missed my head  by a whisker. It landed on the step, and what a pile it was.  If that had landed on me, I think I would have been sick!  This afternoon, we were on our way out (to look for a blip) and it started to rain, so we had to come back to get my washing off the line. By the time we got to Ogmore-by-sea, it was lashing down, so I had to take some photos from the car.  You can just about see Porthcawl across the bay. The forecast for the next few days doesn't  look good at all.