big sky

I never tire of looking at the big sky behind our new house.

The last time I lived under a big sky was in the 1970s when I spent three happy years in Norwich.

Just as I got back to the house the sky opened and the downpour was as ferocious as it was sudden.  The gutters and down-pipes couldn't cope with water cascading down the walls of the houses, the builders running to their cars and vans for shelter.

And then it stopped.  The tap turned off.

Best large.