Grass, sun, flare

When I awoke I could smell the rain. It wasn't forecast. I didn't care for another soaking like yesterday's but it cleared up, as you can see.

I went down to Lamb Holm. It is a very small island, so I've never stopped for a walk, but it was worth a couple of hours, which stretched into more like four.

Lamb Holm was occupied by French privateers in 1694 for a week, the rascals. Now an Italian flag flies over it at the Italian Chapel, built by Italian prisoners of War in WWII.

I quite like the flare...gives it that blinding sun feel.