5 to 8 August 2015
It was already sticky and uncomfortable when I left for my Wednesday walk to work and, after two short weeks, I was feeling quite sulky and cross at the prospect of four ten hour days ahead. The sky was a mass of puffy fish scale clouds that seemed one step away from mammatus clouds, those rare upside down bobbles of cloud hanging downwards where most coulds puff upwards. As I walked I eyed them, hoping they’d change but they didn’t. Continue reading Dog days of summer