Soaked

A few days of soft summer rain had lulled me into feeling impervious to forecast showers. Today I was immersed in an experience more akin to standing on the deck of a North Atlantic trawler in the winter.

So do not be deceived by the momentary sunny spell conveyed by this image. By this point I was soaked through and retreating home by the quickest available route.

Earlier, 15yo chose Birds of Prey for our afternoon viewing. I rebalanced my brain with a solo viewing of Interstellar  this evening.