A damp start

The start to this little festive break has been a bit damp. Actually, by the time we came out of the wonderful little Findhorn Bakehouse, in fact the weather had cleared and we enjoyed a perfectly acceptable (but yellow rather than pink or orange) sunset over the bay. I suspect I'll revisit the sunset trope later in the week.

For now, a sense of just how grim it was earlier on.

Meanwhile, I mainly just want to sleep. Must be something to do with having "stopped".