Pinch, punch, the first of the month

It was cold, wet and windy on the hills this morning - marvellous. A big coat, a big pair of wellies and me father's hat; all snug apart from the rain running down my coat and soaking my kegs. My left leg got soaked walking up the hill, and the right leg got soaked walking back down again - perfect symmetry. The wind is blowing up from the south. I'm off to eat a hearty breakfast before Meeting - it may be a long one, but knowing Bewdley, I doubt if anyone knows whether there is a business meeting or not.

And the dog is soaking, although she has had a rub with a towel.