I walked home through a smirr tonight, which was not wholly unpleasant, but I was greatful when friendly trees provided shelter as I passed.
The fading flowers on a may-tree somewhat stunned me with, what I can only describe as, the stench they exuded! How can such pretty little blossoms smell so strong… and so bad?
A happy wee spug bounced around near a puddle, as unperturbed as me by the evening drizzle.
But now I’m home – warm, dry and fed – which is even nicer.