‘Rain starting in 63 minutes’ the screen showed.
Hubby and I learned a long time ago not to assume that and to check the radar picture on the weather site we used. He calculated we had about 40 maybe 45 minutes to walk the dog this morning.
It’s a funny day, grey skies out back, blue along the side of the house and cloudy at the front. The clouds all seemed to be going out to sea as if the blue sky was chasing it away.
We donned our yellows, sorted out the dog with hers and set off, in two minds whether or not to go up to the cafe for coffee.
The demented buzzing drones in the distance decided us as it’s bike racing on the beach today so the cafe would be packed.
Photos: February 2019
A walk round the park it was then, which helps me a little by keeping me away from temptation as I have my first weigh in of the year tomorrow. By my scales I have managed to lose three of the five pounds gained over the holidays, so hopefully I will still be within target.
It was indeed a beautiful morning when we started out, but as we looked above us, we could see a wet front coming our way and thought about that 40 minute window. Luckily we were more than half way through our walk (about a mile in total) and passed several people who commented on the weather. One couple said they hoped the rain held off, and a single man said it wasn’t going to rain today.
We got home, took our coats off and put the kettle on. As I looked out of the kitchen window, I could see little splashes on the puddle opposite which were getting more frequent. In less than five minutes, it was chucking it down, exactly 42 minutes since we’d checked the radar.