"Who will rid me of this turbulent ...."

With high pressure easing itself over the South coast, the weather around the old gaff looks promising. My old ZR7 should be given a run out the morn. There is a part of me regretting that it's not me riding it any more.

At the top end of the country, the isobars are still tightly packed and a belligerent front is dumping shed loads of every kind of precipitation imaginable. Not the environmental conditions conducive to luring one outdoors. I did brave it in order to check for post and feed the birds, but otherwise it is reading time.

Thank goodness for the company. Well, some of it. The tile says it all.