Followed by a storm

There has been no snow this winter, just a succession of grey, very muddy, days. On Saturday afternoon I had been into the local town, and returned home at one o’clock. All the way from the town (a distance of about four miles) my car had been followed by a storm, so that the winter sunshine had been overshadowed by a tremendous dark cloud, then had reappeared, then had been blotted out again. Just as I parked my car (in a tumbledown shed in the old farmyard) the storm caught up with me, so that for a moment the sun lit up trees in the foreground and they glistened and waved against the fast-approaching menacing dark cloud.



Sunlight on the hawthorn tree, dark cloud behind.