Swishy grass...

There's some really tall, thin grass on Rottenrow, taller than me.

I thought I'd try and capture the mood this lunchtime, with the grass being blown hither and thither, but you'll need to imagine the following:

A gale blowing and grass susurrating, for the soundscape

Hail - a light smattering, more than enough to sting the face

Grass so wet I've got mud squelching around my boots

Fingers so cold I'm struggling to work the camera

And occasional grabs to stop my hat parting company with my head

...and then you'll get it. And wonder why I bothered!!

Backblip from yesterday....