Crash

The weather broke at seven in the morning,  Not in an ambiguous wishy-washy way but in a Louisburgh-day, Beano and Dandy, Hold-your-wee-in type of way.  

Some will understand the camping references. 

But I got out in the morning before the break, and out for some messages in town, and out for the last unsuccessful fishing (maybe) at lunchtime, and out for trampolining at the Old Byre, and out for a very wet walk in the evening up  to the start of the Goatfell track.

In now.  The fire is on.