Weather that is, not mood; a Sunday at home beats a Monday at work. However, it would be nice if the weather would actually take a peek at the calendar and behave accordingly. What has disappointingly passed for a Scottish summer so far now seems to be departing with undue haste. A few more years like this and we’ll be evolving webbed feet.
I did try to persuade the dogs that the best place for everyone in the all-day downpour was indoors but they were having none of it. So a soggy trail through the forest it was.
Still, the rain brought new things to see and, being –ahem- ‘summer’ rain, at least it wasn’t cold.