Two photographs taken on consecutive evenings looking due east, they were taken during the week before the rains finally came but, looking at the clouds, you would think they were about to drop thousands of gallons of water.
The sky looks full of watery promise but the promise was never fulfilled and the land stayed absolutely bone dry, parched and cracked. Whenever farm traffic crossed fields or used the unsurfaced drove roads clouds of dust rose and hung in the air as if an army was on the move.
At the moment it has been raining for seven hours non-stop, another day of this rain and we'll have mud to walk the Jack Russells through.
That'll be fun.