Whilst the British Isles are divided weather wise with the eastern side having what could be their hottest day of the year. We on the western side have had two very overcast days.
<<< this was taken yesterday and the same angle was much the same today. One could hardly read the road speed signs and the whole area was just shrouded in dank mist. The strange thing was that the mist was moving at some speed in an ever different but similar looking pale greyness.
The sheep were barely visible (hardly surprising) they just seemed like more solid objects of the same colour and then the mist turned to driving drizzle. The long grasses and bracken and us ... were quickly soaked.
We headed back to the car through the old churchyard, the building and gravestones standing out against the white background which makes it seem that the sky doesn't exist.
The old stones glistened with droplets that gave a pleasing sheen to these monuments of the departed. Strangely the inscriptions were easier to read in this dim light, but the grasses and flowers just looked bedraggled and sad.
All sounds of the few passing vehicles were muffled and the whole place was wet and quiet. But, as always a feeling of peace pervades this ancient sacred space.
The wind and rain had played havoc with the tall grasses. Normally at this time of year, the whole churchyard goes has an annual strim and all the grass is taken away off site to ensure that the soil stays poor, to encourage the annual growth of natural wild flowers.
And this is one of my favourites ... A brave native, Welsh Poppy, one of the remaining few.
They, like their famous red relatives have such tender, almost translucent petals and on days like these last few have been, they are a small but much appreciated splash of colour.
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