Swirling sky

Looking out at the grey drizzle of this evening, I find it hard to believe that I took this photo just down the road this morning. It was a glorious autumn morning, all birdsong and golden leaves, with so little wind that I didn't need a coat to go for bread; when I went out an hour ago I was back in my cagoule with the hood up.

This is Dunoon, just west of the main street, looking up the steep hill that my much younger self used to push the pram up. Another life, another world ...