Jeepers!

I don't care what the weatherman says

When the weatherman says it's raining

You'll never hear me complaining ...

Well, a bit perhaps as the raindrops roll down the back of my neck... but we did our ten thousand steps anyway, and gave in to the central heating when we got home. Not too much mind, just enough to thaw out the milk for the tea. The light was lovely as we walked down Damary Hill and the sounds of the quite full Little Avon rolled back up toward us, gurgling over the weir under the bridge. 

Not really daft enough for Admirer's Saturday celebration, but as I look out of the window now it's stopped raining and I feel very silly for having so much enthusiasm earlier!