Heron Island

Out again on my favourite bike ride, when the sky blackened and I scurried under the old Scots pine on the shore of the loch, as the heavens opened, in what my Great aunt would've called a "Thunder-plump".

I had several shots that were of much water falling, but this one won, over the rest.

The T shirt I was wearing, was so soaked I had to peel it off, but it was a fantastic cycle.

First day back at work for seven months. Bit tired now, but got through the day.