I live on a hill. Not a proper hill, just a small hill on the edge of a small town. But it’s open out the back, so on this small hill I catch a bit more of the weather than the people in the centre of the small town.
When this weather is windy and tosses bucketfuls of rain at the window in the morning, and that morning is a Sunday, the weather is not doing its best to elicit me from my bed.
However, when that weather fades away around the time I am replete with bacon and coffee, and I ponder how much the bucketfuls of rain translate as bucketfuls of snow higher up, then I can easily be tempted by a quick afternoon hill.
So, a quick snap from today’s afternoon hill, Dollywaggon Pike.