...'cos it's just that sort of a day. The wind has dropped, it is still and relatively dry, but relentlessly, in every bloody direction you can see, GREY. Like being under a gigantic Eastern European, Cold War army-issue blanket.
There was some foolish talk on the national (i.e. UK, Scotland hasn't voted yet...) weather forecast of the possibility of snow on high ground (near) here, but good ol' Derek on BBC Wales was much more cautious and circumspect. He said there maybe some snow on the Black Mountains with the odd flurry in Powys possible this afternoon.
Powys is a very large county. I don't think my Dear Old Uni Chum who commented on my FB page last night saying that the BBC had said the rain would suddenly turn to snow at 7.00pm "where you are"quite appreciates how big. Even though she and her husband visit here us at least once a year its very size and scope and variety of terrain may have eluded them. Our fault for being such good hosts and so generous with the drink.
They actually met at our wedding, these friends, which happened in the Montgomeryshire bit of Powys on a glorious late-May day. He was the handsome be-kilted usher in charge of The Dog (who was a mere one-year-old whippersnapper when we married in 2003) and sat with his charge on his tartan knee in the back pew nearest the door during the service. A good-looking Scotsman in a kilt attending to a lovely wee West Highland White Terrier? Oh how cute, you cry and yes! They looked divine!
There was also a black lab in a side aisle, with her human family, but I am not sure the vicar (aka Perpetua from Perpetually In Transit) knew about that. It was too hot to leave a dog in a car for forty minutes even with the windows chinked. Needs Must, and we are all God's creatures.
Our usher heard his destined but not-yet-met beloved give the Old Testament reading, from The Song of Solomon, yes that one. She did it beeeaaauuutifully.
They got talking at the reception. And haven't stopped talking to each other since. They got married three years later. I love that story. "Out of a wedding comes a wedding" goes the proverb, and in our case it actually happened. When you think of the words he heard his wife speak before he'd ever even clapped eyes on her it is an uncanny, even slightly spooky tale.
Cue Twilight Zone music...
Anyhoo, no snow here. It doesn't feel like snow, and I've stuck my nose out of the door and it definitely doesn't smell like snow, either, but in any case it's still goulash for us, 'cos it's just that kind of day.