Rising damp...

Rain all afternoon and, at 6.45pm, it was still raining. MrM and I set out to join Rag Bag Morris in Horncliffe thinking that, in terms of dancing, it would be a wasted journey. But, by the time we arrived, the rain had stopped and it was a good dance out with quite a big audience, some of whom wanted to join in!

By the time MrM drove us back to the flat the sky had just about cleared, though there was a thick blanket of cloud on the Cheviot and mist rising in the valleys.