Woke up to rain and darkness. Filthy. It’s wild, wet and windy out there today.
Deliciously wintery.
I spent at least some of my morning mocking the bedraggled appearance, then iffy pace and the decision making skills of the guy running along the Main Road in Kenilworth in the rain before I realised it was just my reflection in the shop windows. Damn.
So yes, I need a haircut. And it would be nice to be a bit faster. But it was a good run after a few days away from exercise, and as wet and cold as I got, I don’t regret a single thing about going out this morning.
Tomorrow might be another story.
This evening looks like it might be even wilder, wetter and windier, so with some assistance from Little Miss 6000, a delicious-smelling casserole is currently being cooked up and will, in a very short time, be popped into the Wonderbag ready to be enjoyed with some nice crusty bread this evening in front of the fire and the footy.
In the meantime, we have booked a family weekend away next month a couple of hours inland, and I’m already excited at the possibility of some night time photography, given that we’re at least several miles from any large conurbation, and the new moon is due while we’re there. I think I can cope with a maximum of 1.4% of lunar surface visible and it setting at half past six.
Perfect.
Now I just need the weather to play along.
Let’s face it, I’m not seeing any meteor showers or lunar eclipses tonight.
And the clouds out there look pretty run-of-the-mill to me.
Oh well. Like I mentioned, there still casserole, crusty bread, footy and fire.
It’s all good.
