Different day, but same rain.
The rain wasn’t torrential today, and it wasn’t even continuous, but it did seem as if it was raining every minute of the day. Actually there were times when the sun shone brightly, but behind every cloud there is RAIN. My son and his wife are almost praying for rain down in the south, and we are trying to get rid of ours for a few days.
Genesis summed it up in the song Mad Man Moon (1976)
“… Within the valley of shadowless death
They pray for thunderclouds and rain
But to the multitude who stand in the rain
Heaven is where the sun shines …”
After lunch, Scamp and I sat and watched an absolutely crazy British F1 GP and, as I followed those twenty odd folk driving through the blinding rain of a thunderstorm, I thought again of those lyrics. Was it worth it I wondered? I lost count of the number of cars reduced to scrap in a couple of hours. However, I must say I was glad to see Piastri being taken down a peg. That was satisfying.
Dinner was a new Scamp version of Mac ’n’ Cheese. Slightly different layers and with a very nice topping of Panko Breadcrumbs.
PoD was a photo of a yellow Aquilegia that arrived late to the party, but looked quite startling against the dark green foliage in the background.
Basically that was it for today. Rain, Rain, Lunch, F1 GP then Rain to finish the day.
No plans for tomorrow.