Wild Weather.

The weather is like a bear with an intermittent toothache today: groaning one minute and growling the next. There’s a withering westerly wind that occasionally gusts to gale force, bringing swathes of icy rain sweeping in from the distant landscape and making it shiver in the swaying mist. The sky looks intoxicated and uncertain. Great masses of grey and dirty white chase each other across it like panic-stricken animals in flight. And every so often a steady batch of blue reveals itself, and the August sun bathes everything, incongruously, in a brilliant light.