Dust bowl

It was a day of two halves. Spring was playing Winter. In the first half Spring was in the ascendancy and the sun shone. Here by the Ross Fountain the council were smoothing out the red blaize and the wind caught the dust. The second half belonged to winter.We went to see my mother and cycled back in a mix of hail, rain and snow. Extra time came and Spring reasserted itself with a lovely evening. April is a strange month.

I have added an extra picture for my blip of the 29th April.