In spite of the barometer being very high and the weather forecaster saying there would only be showers here and there today, here in our part of the Dale it has what the farmer calls "set in."
We live in the lee of the Pennines and that makes all the difference to our weather. What has been falling out of the sky since mid-morning is hardly what you would call rain, it is just a thick, fine mist. The fine drops are so close together that you are wet through in a minute. If I was up here on holiday then this is the kind of day I would call a "horrible day."
As it is, the farmers who happen to have grass down for first or second crop silage must be really cursing it, as the whole lot will be wet and soggy. The run to the supermarket this morning and the walk round the fields this afternoon produced nothing worthy of a photograph, so I am sorry to say that my blog today is just a moan about the rain!
N>B> When I say "run" to the supermarket I do not mean on my two legs!!!