Rain has been promised for the last three days. It seems to have passed us by although the sky towards Bordeaux has looked dark and stormy..
This morning the anvil heads are building up and the sound of distant thunder punctuates our walk round the village. Although it's barely light it's already heavy and humid. Sophie chases the village C-A-T-S and hunts for badgers poo in the long grass. The moorhens scatter into the safety of the overhanging shrubbery as we approach. It goes without saying that despite the blue sky overhead it starts to rain just as our walk reaches the furthest point from the front gate.
.... and his furry companion get soaked. Sopphie is towelled dry which ends up with her looking rather 'electric'.
This mornings FT says this is THE definitive version of this song : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eh9WayN7R-s .
Should this be a surprise ? : https://news.illinois.edu/view/6367/1603161133