Luckily I kept ahead of this as I turned up Bents Lane this morning. The cloud on the hills above Wilsden took me back many years to a Scottish Six Day event when the girls were young and a local farmer telling us they were called 'tinker's fires' and heralded heavy rain. He was got me on the way home. On the top road there was wind and hail hitting me sideways on, and then torrential rain. Straight in the bath on arriving home with the sun cracking the flags the moment I sloshed through the door!

ps It was good to stop for an early morning chat with Simon on the way up Bents Lane. He was out inspecting his cows with his dogs and a cup of tea. Good to see you Simon (shame you wouldn't let me blip you!)

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