Petrichor

Up early, big swim, near futile shopping for shirts, tiles, big walk, take away, snooze, clouds, insomnia.

A few weeks ago I was delighted to learn the word petrichor. Given that the brief deluges this weekend have been the first major rain for a month, I was hoping that the air would be full of this smell, but it was not to be. Nor did the supermoon make much of an appearance through the clouds. Right, off to see how quickly the internet provides the shirts I want.

Edinburgh blipmeet, Sunday 30th.