Contrasts

At last, a warm day. 18.6C and a light wind without an edge to it. After a busy morning we enjoyed the quiet and peace of the back garden. After a while we got busty preparing to visit our son down south next week. He’s given us a list of things of his he wants. We’re delighted to oblige. Molly fills a vacated seat - see extra.
I survey the sky. I sense a change of weather. I decide to take things in. The heavens open. We now have a thunderstorm. It’s fairly rare here. We joke about English weather: three fine days and a thunderstorm, which often sums up our summer weather. We didn’t even get three days this time. The extra shots the