Light as a Feather - I wish

Well, didn't it rain this morning?
My first sortie in the dark to the gym, I knew it was raining but the good thing about darkness is you don't actually have to see the wet surroundings to compound the issue.

By the next outing into town to buy the correct book for the next book group ( not only did I get the date of the last meeting wrong, I wrote down the wrong book for the next meeting. Is there hope?) it was a very miserable vista, and by the time I came back, the rain was stotting* off the pavements and the gutters were transformed in to something akin to paddling pools and feet and clothes were very wet.

After the soaking, I thought I deserved a treat by mouth. Such are the perils of over eating caused by the miserable weather in the UK that before you could say Wet, Wet, Wet, I had downed an empire biscuit and a cup of tea. But my goodness it tasted so good and it gave me enough sitting down time for my jeans to dry.

Tonight his Lordship and I are going to the opening of an art exhibition,'The £40 Art Collection', in the Talbot Rice Gallery. It is a selection of works bought for only £40 in the 50's by a family friend who lived in Arran at the time and had a home guard gratuity of £40 per annum.
It contains works by Lowry, Ivon Hitchens, Victor Passmore, Stanley Spencer, Ben Nicholson and Barbara Hepworth. The only major artist who didn't send him any work was Francis Bacon.

He was a very astute art collector in the days when there were not too many galleries in which to exhibit work and the artists were only too pleased to send him on request, paintings from which he would choose one.

And the rain has stopped now and it's sunny. Hallelujah!

* a good Scottish word for bouncing, as in bouncing or stotting a ball for instance.