After three days of festivities in Newhaven, we headed home today. The rain began just after we passed Harthill, and by the time we reached the ferry terminal at McInroy's Point we had passed through sleet, flooded roads and the winds from yesterday, still quite gusty at this time. We had just missed a ferry; this is it, ploughing its way over the Firth as the next shower arrives from Loch Long direction. I notice a lone seagull got into the act as well.
It was unutterably dreary. I know my mood was already affected by the end of the family Christmas, but this gloom was the last straw.