So I didn’t go out at the weekend, and judging by the conditions experienced by fell runners in Cumbria, it was probably for the best.
Feeling imprisoned in the house, though, I did brave the elements on my bike for a couple of hours, which wasn’t as bad as you might think.
While out, I noticed a group of scouts (perhaps) decked in waterproofs sloshing to a local campsite to spend Saturday night. The camping field was soggy and their position seemingly exposed to the winds screaming off the Pennine plateau.
I hoped their night would not be too eventful.
Sunday was spent Christmas shopping. I must have been desperate.
Today? Well it’s a picture of calm out side the office window.
A gentle breeze disturbs the trees, their leaves showing the signs of the year’s age and emit a warm autumnal glow in the sunlight (yes sun, albeit a watery one).
There’s always next weekend, I suppose.