Washed out

This is the view from the top of our hill in the drizzle. The four of us were home indoors all day, except for D. who spent some time outside in the rain. Then in the evening W. and I decided we really needed some fresh air. It was exceptionally quiet and still up there, the only sounds being birdsong and far distant traffic. 

Now I'm sitting with my feet up before a warm fire in the fireplace. A good way to end a gloomy day.