The Life of Bri

By bri

Threatening rain at Cults Mill

Was quite grumpy at this point as the wind was cold, the dogs were misbehaving (pulling on leads, pooing after passing the poo bin so I had to carry it, and Nevis had just rolled in something grim), and I hadn't had any breakfast yet.

Never did actually rain though.

(Benek - the clouds are real this time)

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