List Bucket

Today, without let-up, was a thoroughly wet and windy day, particularly in the Midlands so the man on the radio said. He predicted it would carry on unabated through until tomorrow. So the wish list I held in my head was a waste of time. There was no one at the bandstand. No one sat at a (soggy) bench in the park. No one in a doorway waiting for me to walk up to them. Any one about had their head down or buried inside an umbrella, yomping across town. Who could blame them. This shot, my first, foretold the rest of the day.