Yesterday was 26°C and glorious. Today when I left the house, the wind was in a fury and the sky in the west was glowing a strange and ominous ochre, a glow which made me think the wind had snatched up the light of the sunrise and smeared it against the underbelly of the oncoming clouds in an attempt to disguise their ugly intentions. I am about to head home, and not entirely sure the house will still be there when I get arrive.
I am definitely buying a coat this weekend. (And maybe some boots.) (But definitely a coat. Or at least a heavy jacket.)