Sitting here as the gales whip around the house, it's hardly surprising that the clouds looked densely brooding today is it? I drew this picture before the gusts started though and was frankly (naively!?!) marvelling at the beautiful curvature of the clouds. They were layered in bulbous waves as they took them themselves across to the outer Hebrides.
As for me, I've rescued the washing line from outside, sealed and stowed everything and thought I was doing so well until the handle decided to part ways with the door of my art shed...