Rain. Blessed rain.
Last evening, not long after the news announcement of the birth of a royal baby and heir to the throne, thunder and lightning commenced, and soon after, rain.
The Midlands have had rain off and on all night. I was awakened a few times by the noise, but of course I love the sound of rain, especially in this parched land.
Today’s weather: torrential rain, with periods of sunshine in between; a high of 77 today, with an overnight low of 53. The sun rose at 5.20 this morning, and sets at 9.15 tonight.
Last evening, walking ’round to the pub at a few minutes after 8, I was delighted to hear the sound of change-ringing from the tower of Worcester Cathedral. The rehearsal went on for an hour. Three weeks ago, K decided he didn’t like the bells, but I love them and their peculiarly English sound.
At least one local church greeted the royal birth with a wild peal of its lone bell.
I am hopeful for a summons to Kensington Palace to greet the new royal baby in person.