Today in Arthur's Country.

In the stormy east-wind straining,

The pale yellow woods were waning,
The broad stream in his banks complaining,
Heavily the low sky raining
       Over tower’d Camelot;

~Tennyson. The Lady of Shalot.

The stormy wind is in the south west here and there’s no Camelot to be seen, only misty Mount Doom some miles beyond the valley. Otherwise, it’s a pretty good description of today in the Shire. I did say the landscape here is Arthurian, didn’t I?

I met a woman from Edinburgh with a wall-eyed Collie. Edinburgh is overlooked by a hill called Arthur’s Seat, so maybe there was something of significance in our chance encounter. But probably not.

I got wet.