Wednesday, June 27, 2007
We walked in the morning up to the rock on the top of the hill and while we were there the rains came. At first we sheltered in the lee of a rock an the rain blew hard and parallel with the earth, sharp, fierce pin pricks of rain. The we walked home in a lull in the weather, but the rain came again, this time falling straight from the sky, sticks of rain until we were all soaked.
Back home we cleaned and curled to sleep and to find the warm again.