By peterdawson28

Hail to the chief

It was an almost perfect morning - for January or February - with clear blue skies and a really cold wind. Of course by the time I was ready to get a bus into Kingston the dark clouds had rolled up to complete the winter feeling and a delightfully vicious shower of hail persuaded me to retreat home to sulk in the warm. I have seen a little more of the sun this afternoon but at this moment I'm watching another band of rain (or hail or even snow!) edge its way towards me.

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