Heavy, steady, rain fell throughout most of the day.
I photographed the scenes from indoors. The pendant in the rain spattered window was made for me by the daughter of a client some thirty years ago. The fallen pot was blown down. If there are any more we don’t want to know about it.
I looked down on the garden from upstairs.
Seen from our bedroom window, the puddle in the gutter outside our front drive is a good rain gauge.
At mid morning we left in the rain for a damp forest drive. I had expected simply to make photographs from the car. In the event I couldn’t help myself, so Jackie parked on the verge of Braggers Lane where I found raindrops spiralling in puddles; damp trees; and
damper field horses, some in rugs rooting around, I think for acorns – poisonous to them – in puddles behind barbed wire.
This evening we dined on Jackie’s cracking chicken stoup and crusty bread, followed by ample apple pie and custard, with which she drank Hoegaarden and I drank more of the Shiraz.