A Wet Cat

Yet another day of torrential rain. Sometimes falling as slight drizzle, sometimes coming down in rods and splashing high. The trick was to time your walks through town and make sure you had somewhere to shelter if the heavy stuff came down. I think the photo of the south sound makes a scenic representation of the day.
It's the last day of this hectic election period. It's nothing to do with the election, which is all over bar the negotiations; it was the regular meeting of the town's planning committee, but it did involve me being in the library at 8:00 in the morning. Early mornings are not my thing!  The there was nothing too controversial on the agenda and the meeting went well. There was a sober moment as we had a minute's silence, following the death of one of the opposition members, who died in a car accident in the summer. A reminder of the uncertainties of life.
A more positive reminder of the same thing was seeing the lynx once again. We were sitting at our kitchen table as the rain poured down and I saw a different sort of movement out of the corner of my eye. It was a young lynx walking rapidly up the edge of the field and into the forest. It was smaller than the one we saw two winters ago and differently coloured. I guess the brownish spotted colouring is its summer coat. It was quickly past and into the forest but it was still exciting to see it go by just 20m away. The rapid walking didn't seem to be a sign of worry. I suspect the big cat probably wanted to get out of the rain!