|Millstone boulder on Higger Tor|
I was about to drive Clint down to Sheffield Cathedral to donate some shoes, underpants and shirts to the homeless charity that is based there. However, by the time I was ready to go something weird started to happen outside. It began to rain!
We haven't seen any rain since May and at first I was confused. Mind you this wasn't proper English rain. Not teaspoon sized raindrops filling ankle-deep puddles. This rain was so fine it felt like a gossamer spray - so fine it hardly wetted the pavement before evaporating.
Why am I talking in past tenses when the almost invisible rain shower is happening right now? As I look out of our window, I can see it settling on Clint's bonnet (American - hood) and Clint is breathing huge sighs of relief having endured so many hot days, standing out in the open. The thin rain is bringing him some welcome relief.
As well as visiting the homeless charity, I was planning to go rambling on the moors west of The Derwent Valley today but that expedition has now been postponed. Perhaps I will go tomorrow. My walks are always photograph opportunities and for that hobby I prefer the illumination that direct sunshine brings. What would have been dull, grey scenes are almost always enlivened by sunlight.
Earlier this week I did manage a little constitutional walk up on Higger Tor which is a millstone plateau three miles from here, close to Stanage Edge. There were several school parties out and about. Some were scrambling up the rocks and all seemed to be wearing helmets. Teachers and outdoor leaders were shepherding them like flocks of sheep. After all, you never know what dangers you might encounter in the countryside!
And still the fine rain drifts down from on high. Clint even looks as though he has broken into a sweat. Perhaps he spotted one of those sexy little Fiats driving up the hill! South Korean cars are so hot-blooded.
|On Higger Tor looking to Stanage Edge|