It was very wet and windy yesterday, Mr Uhdd tells me it was blowing up to 43 knots off the coast of Wales, which sounds very unpleasant to me but then I can feel queasy when stood on a pontoon, let alone on board a yacht in rough seas; the latest info on seeing the killer whales swimming alongside was that they were so close they could feel the spray from their blow holes, now part of me think WOW that is amazing and part of me thinks ughhhh whale snot!
Here the heavy rain felled the meadow grass, more crop splats than crop circles
The field has something of a ‘bed head’ hair look about it, but very cleverly the grass will right itself as the weight of water lifts, time lapse photography would be interesting.
I was accompanied on my circuit of the field by the cats, who walked with that prissy ‘I’m getting my paws wet’ gait
Usually they will use the top of the wall as a dry walkway, but they seemed a bit edgy, neighbourhood cat wars are ongoing and they were taking no chances, you never know who is hiding in the long grass..
*And ships are tossed at sea, from a poem by Robert Louis Stevenson