The whippersnappers

Hopefully, less of the snappers.  These are following in the steps of the fallen big boys - I wonder how many years it'll take for them to reach the same dizzy heights.

I thought I might be exaggerating yesterday when I said a dozen so today, I counted.  Fourteen. 

We were on the moors this morning at 7.38 although I'd ventured out in my waterproof trousers, fully expecting a dousing.  We were exceptionally lucky; in an hour and a half's outing there were only five minutes of drizzle.  The first of the weighty rain droplets began the moment I closed the car door to drive home.  Satisfying.  Moreso because, touch wood, it so far doesn't seem half as bad as its predecessor.