I’ve looked at Clouds

Planting bulbs and washing dahlia tubers, a buzzard drifted over low, mewing. Their call is always a bit other worldly to my ears.

If I had a camera to hand, that might have been my blip. But I didn’t, so it’s the cloud. One of those rare November moments where we have blue sky and fluffy clouds. It didn’t last.

We’ve not had the easiest of weekends, tough times, But tomorrow is another day ........