It doesn't feel like August.
25th August, only four months to the day till Christmas Day....
It's raining and feels like we could be in October.
The only thing giving the time of year away is that the leaves are still on the trees.
Peaceful little back lane that we often use.
Lucky for us, this lane isn't known to many that flood into the South West for their holidays.
People either head for the beach or for beautiful Dartmoor.
I should have realised yesterday that the storm clouds were gathering.
The cows had started to lay down.
If the cows are down, it's a sure sign of rain.
So they say.
With nothing better to do on a rainy day at least Amie has made her self useful and is guarding her painting on the wall. Don't let that air of being asleep fool you. She's on guard and alert.
Amie... AMIE....... AMIE.....
Frank on the other hand really is awake.
It must be wet outside because normally when it rains he is out mouse hunting.
I mentioned the word.
Mouse.
