I thought of heading this entry, 'Promises, Promises', for that seems all the weather bureau is able to give us lately, or for ages really. (Ah, this is the blog for great sentence construction).
Despite the encouraging forecasts and approaching clouds, we still can't get any precipitation. Situation normal - cold and dry.
Incidentally, that small 'stacky' mountain on the horizon to the left is Ben Cruachan.
I think I've got enough wood in the shed for the rest of this winter, but from time to time I top things up. I was doing that yesterday and within minutes had a visitor.
The Grey Butcherbird is certainly a more cheery episode than the grey sky.