I suppose looking at these three sombre pictures it's easy to see why one might lose the will to live or start chewing one's limbs off in desperation.........indeed, the light levels were about as low as could be and the wetness was not only descending but wicking up from the grass as well.
But the devil's in the detail - the roar and woosh of the wind - its suck and flow. Silvery droplets on every blade of grass, on every twig. A mysterious lichen - whole universes on a mossy branch.
And the vastness of sky hunkered over this sullen landscape. And the things we cannot see that send a dog careering back and forth, quartering and turning, nose into the wind. So much.There is no such thing as bad weather apparently - only bad clothes. Get out there. Keep dry and warm. Enjoy.
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