After the rain

Last night's rain sounded pretty ferocious when I was awake to hear it, but I was wakened far too early this morning by the sun on my face, and had to get up and hang in my customarily precarious fashion out of the bedroom window to capture this sky. To the north, the dark clouds are still hanging on to the mountains, but the Firth of Clyde gleams in the sun as the sky seems to split asunder overhead.

Later, of course, it became less joyously sunny and there was a chilly northerly wind, but our builders were at last able to take down their scaffolding and clear away (most of) the mess. Mr PB and I spent an arduous afternoon in the garden, reclaiming the space, pressure-washing the path and hosing down the hedge, the bins ... why do builders manage to put cement everywhere? There was even some down the lane ...

But it's done. A couple of brackets need to hold a waste pipe onto a wall, and there is a complicated scaffolding joint needing to be reclaimed from the drive-in, but our car is back where it belongs, the doormat is restored to its place and we no longer have to creep out the back door in fear of decapitation. Hurrah!