Squall

I spent a while dickering about with Word templates and calendars (time I'll never get back!) and writing emails. I popped up to the Foot of the Walk for some messages and came back via the Shore, where I was caught in a brief squall. I would say it was autumnal, but the weather's been a bit like this since approx June.

The young gull was standing disconsolately on the quayside; too old to still be bleating for his parents to feed him, but not really sure enough on his wings to head out to sea yet.