Shower

I've been pottering at jobs today: having a go at those cobwebs with my Ken Dodd tickling stick; clearing out some of the grass from the mini meadow; feeding neighbours' cats; doing the laundry; dealing with e-mails.  As Tony disappeared to the allotment he warned me about the shower appearing over the horizon and so I brought in the last washing before it arrived then took this view over the village from the bedroom window.