Marple and Fido are still small cats but they are over six months old now. They are no longer frightened by Westie Boy, and the three of them rub heads and hang out together in the garden. I should have some photos to share soon.
I left London in sunshine, and as we descended towards Belfast the clouds were pierced by blue sky. But as we headed west, the clouds above us grew grey and beneath us cars had their headlights on as they moved along wet roads. In the distance a curtain of heavy rain shielded the view. We landed and the spray flew up from the plane’s wheels. I was impressed by the foresight shown by many of the passengers who produced stout waterproofs from their hand luggage. But by the time I got off the plane, there was just drizzle and the sky was split between clouds and blue.
I looked beyond the screen for Cousin and couldn’t see her. Probably delayed, I thought. No rush. My bag was one of the last to appear on the carousel and the passengers had thinned to single figures. Still no sign of cousin. After a while longer, I began to suspect that I had been forgotten. I rang her mobile, it went to voicemail. I rang the house and discovered that Cousin’s youngest was visiting from Australia. Where are you? He asked. At the airport, I answered. He arrived about forty minutes later. I was sitting outside enjoying the fresh air and sunshine.
Today the sun shone all morning. It was beautiful, even hot. There was a heavy shower complete with thunder in the late afternoon, but if this is what is in store for the next few days, I shall be lucky indeed.