Miserable Day??

This morning, drizzle dampened and tousled by woodland twigs I reflected on my morning's greetings with several neighbours. Usually I see no one as I head out but today I bumped into four folk. They all said the same thing: 'Morning... miserable day isn't it'. I replied 'yeah I know'. But wandering through the valley and the lakeside I thought back and realised that No it's not a miserable day at all.

We fall into these habits so easily. Well at least I can do. It's a gorgeous morning. Everything twinkles. The greens and golds are bright. A quick towel down and Tommy and I were dry and warm.

Spot the bug.