It's not here

Did you guess it's not here? I mean, trees and warmth. Dry day and all that.

Fraid it is lashing down here. The wind has abated though thank goodness and the quietness is lovely. Reminds me of this stroll down a quiet lane in Asturias a few weeks back. The leaves were waggling quietly, the birdies coughing and the air ripped up by a noisy quad as it rushed up the hill. Well, you have to have a quad!