Spring and Autumn are quite similar; they are both unpredictable and prompt our weather forecasters to say silly things like 'changeable' or 'variable' or 'mercurial'. In other words, one needs to expect a bit of everything.
Take yesterday for example, the morning started wet, then it turned into a nasty drizzly mist, then warm but cloudy, and eventually sunny with a distant rainbow (above). Lady Magnon really didn't know whether to wear her Bikini or her Barbour.
At 5.30 pm we even discussed whether we needed an evening fire or not. We eventually decided we did, but as a result the house became too hot.
During the afternoon my friend Jean-Claude delivered a few cubic metres of Oak logs up to the barn. Whilst stacking them, he informed me that COVID-19 has reached our small nearby Town/Village. There have been several cases, which he informed me were all 'mild'. The town is just 7 Kms away.
This has shocked me, as I was living in the belief that we were reasonably immune out here in no-mans-land. I suppose it was inevitable, complacency has overcome common sense.
We, ourselves, can take all the precautions imaginable, but one can't count on the behaviour of others.
I am now thinking that it's only a matter of time before it reaches us; unless, of course, there's a bloody miracle.
Still, the sight of a rainbow gives us hope.