Sunny Sunday, Wet Walks and Dilly Dog

So.

Do you hibernate, bake a heavenly scented fruit cake, drink tea and crochet, ignore the banshee-esque wind sounds while she screams and shrieks around the house, rattling her sabre and the trees as the rain is flung about like mini darts..... or

Do you shake a defiant fist at the weather, 

don every-water-proofed-item you have and 

step out into the horizontal rain ...

 ..then lean into the wind at a gravity-defying angle....

.....or both.

Which is what we did.

And were rewarded by the most glorious snippets of sunshine.

 Himself and I, heads bowed, hats and hoods jammed on tight trudged into the wind along the Leeds to Liverpool canal, mud squelching and puddle hopping as we went along.

We found a sheltered spot against a sun-warmed wall and hunkered down

as the third member of our walking pack

took a quick dip (or five... )

Leaping in and out with such a happy face,

she was not the only one who grinned that day.

Despite the fact it was not an easy walk,

it was a really really good one

Sunday was one of the better days we have had recently courtesy of a very cantankerous weather system hurling abuse over the small isles that we live on.