Rain at forty five degrees. Clouds low enough to poke with a stick.

Maybe a slight exaggeration. One of the worst afternoons I can recall this year. They were not the slightest bit interested in coming out. Henry waited at the top of the ramp impatiently tapping a foot while I cleaned up and having made sure the food supply was secure and eaten a bit of mackerel, went of to roost.

Lima was next in half an hour later looking very disgruntled followed by Fret and then Carbon and finally Ella.
More of the same tomorrow apparently and just to cheer everyone up it's going to feel like 1C,

Whatever it says in the weather forecast, it's going to be worse at the allotments. As you can tell, I didn't put my happy clappy hat on this morning and I won't be wearing it tomorrow either.

I don't believe I've worn my happy clappy hat for the weather in the UK since the great winter of 1963 when the lake at the farm froze over and we went ice skating.
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