Grey Scapa Flow

The day was driven by corporate pharmaceutical corporations.  They somehow connived to tow a huge duvet of deep grey fleece over the county.  This drove everyone to the chemists for their annual supply of vitamin D.  After a late blink of silver sun folk were developing gills in the heavy rain.
Note for the feint hearted: Laphroaig Cask strength at 60.1% ABV.  The Current Mrs Creel found me cowering behind the settee.