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Drippy day 3

My first observation on waking this morning was the silence.  The wind which was roaring around the cottage and through the neighbouring woods last night, had dropped.  Today, at 07.24, a blackbird broke the silence with its first song of the day.  The light levels were low, and it was tempting to lie a little longer, but the dogs would have been checking their watches so I got up to take them out.

We walked down the lane and then it started to rain.  It hasn't stopped since and we have only managed a brief peep at the lovely Kiloran Bay, a short and extremely wet walk, and have now retreated to the cottage and the woodburner.  The forecast suggests a little sunshine later this afternoon.  Time will tell!

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  1. Cleansing rain! Lovely - I can smell it! Loving your photos! Xx

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