I walked the dogs in Varen down by the Moulin this morning. When I arrived there was a faint floaty mist hanging over the river and along the path was an eery quietness. The mist thickened and the heavens opened and I ran helter skelter back to the car with the dogs on my heels. We arrived home like a bunch of bedraggled ducks... and even Mas del Sol was in the fog.
That's my weather forecast for second homers!
Malc says I do not think Bonny will be happy likened to a duck, whereas Twister does not mind anything.
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