First and Last of the Sun

Sunday mornings view from our bedroom window listening to Steve Wrights Love Songs. Condensation on the window shows what a cold night it has been - awake at three thirty, I have rarely seen so many stars (but no Aurora) The forecast is rubbish as heavy rain spreads across from Keswick. Nevertheless Mark and India are going for a fell run and I will have to contend with grumpy dog puzzled as to why she can't go. As I write this the sun has gone and the trees are stirring in the up coming breeze. Nowadays forecasts can be incredibly spot on although I do think they tend to over egg it a bit. So far today - spot on!


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