Another day, another spectacular thing overhead. This time driving to collect Boy Three from nursery, a layer of yellow-tinged cloud was casting a warm glow on the puddles. At the fringes of the cirrus-cumulus confection blue sky showed, like trim on a particularly extravagant parasol.But while this was going on I wasn’t watching for flood water […]
When skies are blue it means it’s probably snowing somewhere else… This morning we were treated to pink tinged fluffy clouds while the rest of the country battled through a white hell. The children are particularly miffed about this state of affairs. Me, I can live with it.
Ten days in to the 365 pictures for 2013 and I’m already changing the rules. I’ve decided that my picture must be taken within 24 hours of being posted. That way I can include this one, taken on my phone last night in Kilmacolm.
This is what I saw when I took the bin out this morning.