It doesn’t look bad, but it’s crappy enough that we closed early and we went home before it got worse.
There are worse ways of spending a cold Sunday afternoon.
But the sun is warm on my face, and a flock of starlings is twittering madly away in the trees nearby.
The colour is much nicer than this photo portrays.
When Keith washes his shop clothes.
I am envious of Max’s ability to just revel in the sunshine.
Off to KW because I had to get out of the house; not even to Flesherton before all the lights went on and my speedometer stopped working.
So I went home and took Keith’s car.