June 13th – It was drier in the morning, with ha hint, just a hint of sun when I headed to Telford. My jacket hood was down for the first time in a week. I could see where I was going.
Could this be the end of the rain for a while?
Lulled into a false sense of security, a flash shower caught me on the way back to the station.
Thankfully, by the time the train got to Wolverhampton the rain had been left behind.
Just one blessed day without rain, please? It’s not too much to ask, is it?