Heading out to the meadows with blue skies over head, a pleasant light breeze to accompany me. Though looking west dark grey clouds slowly make there way in my direction. Though in the gap between the blue skies and the dark grey cloud a beautiful rain arches across the sky.
The very surface of the grounds has ever so slightly been dampened by last nights and yesterday rain. Though any surrounding grass is stick brown and crispy. Is the scrub a Wren calls from somewhere out of sight. Ragwort and Fleabane lean over into the path before I head into south field. Here I find the meadows have been cut in the last few days.
Lower lying Wild Carrot and Greater Knapweed have escaped the tractor and its flail. Along the edges of the path a couple of patches of Rest-harrow and Red Bartsia add some colour to the brown field.
In the hay rake quar a handful of Autumn Ladies Tresses are still just in flower, though I suspect by the end of the tomorrow their tiny delicate white flowers will have also gone over.
Three Meadow Pipits bounce their way past overhead, twittering to each other as they pass. A Raven cronks loudly as its passes by as I admire a Hawthorn smothered in jewel like red berries.
Heading along the top path above the gully, House Martins circle overhead, as the wind picks up there get taken by the breeze and fly away. The grey clouds are now virtually overhead. I make the decision instead of heading out further and getting soaked to head back and hide in the Hide.
Just as I get to the hide the rain starts coming down the soft pattering of the rain on the roof is soothing. The birds seem to have had the same idea to hunker down as the weather front passes through as I only see one soggy looking Pigeon.