Waiting for the rain.

If I listen carefully, I can just about hear the tiny tip tap of rain drops as they hit our camping car roof. 

Within the hour is forecast a down pour, though at this moment all is quiet and hushed .

A nearby vixen calls, the night is upon us, but sadly no stars.

Infact no stars for the last couple of nights, due to high winds and bullying clouds.

Autumn is here, and time and thoughts now turn to poetry.

This poem No: 494 was written last year whilst we were in France. 

It's also that time of year that the paintbrush and canvas usually grab me.

With poetry and painting to occupy the mind, I have plenty to keep me going whenever the clouds fill out the night.

Not long now and we will be heading off on a bit of a road trip, first stop will be a favourite... Brecon.

Amazing sunrises over this wonderful town, and some great dark skies.