Yesterday, on the other hand, was an excellent day of rather splendid cloud formations and even some sunshine. Bredon did its fairly convincing impression of Avalon, swimming in the mist, with a thick band of framing bright white. Arching overhead was a thin grey streak, too grey for a contrail, too long for an engine on fire. Later, the Malverns were dwarfed by a spectaular smörgåsbord of cirrus, cirrocumulus, maybe some cumulus/stratocumulus over to the left, lenitcular altocumulus on the right. I know some folk who would be able to understand this sky, and know what the weather has just been and what is likely to happen, but I just like watching it.
And on Tuesday, I introduced the newly-arrived Mary Teresa to the various sights and the mud. We found the swales still mostly frozen over, except by the banks. But near the edge of the ice were a series of small circular holes, with surrounding veins like bloodshot eyes. Must ask Anthony if he has any ideas what would have formed them...
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