We had a quick but welcome shower on Friday night. Then - after thick purplish cloud dramatically poured over the mountain and clotted the valley last night at sunset - a terrifying downpour of note.
This magnificent morning the cloud is low-lying, pregnant and the wind slices icily: there's snow in the south, Antartica must be impinging on the Cape. It's wonderfully moody and atmospheric, and I pull myself in towards myself and withdraw with joy to under the wing.
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