Sorrow To The Shepherds...

“Like a red morn that ever yet betokened,
Wreck to the seaman, tempest to the field,
Sorrow to the shepherds, woe unto the birds,
Gusts and foul flaws to herdmen and to herds.”

The view from Niamh's bedroom window this morning.
The prediction came true as it has turned out a pretty dreich evening - although the middle of the day was fine.