A curtain of hail stones

When driving home from Tobermory I could see this curtain heading our way and hoped to park up before it reached here. We arrived together, a horizontal storm of hailstones, painful with no time to fiddle with settings.

A cold breezy day. John introduced Mackie the tabster to the cat door, a clever pusscat, he played the game of in and out, a delight to watch with that tail upright as he scampered around the garden, he knows he’s done well.

I am so sorry to hear the news from New Zealand, dreadful. Our thoughts are with you all.