Constant showers of persistent precipitation for the solstice meant that Midsummer's Day was something of a damp squib. To be fair, there was very little wind, so at least the rain was vertical. But as we drove home from a lunchtime treat at Skerries Bistro, water was draining off the fields straight across the roads.
What is a grumpy dragon hunter to do?
(That's the dragon hunter who is grumpy, rather than a hunter of grumpy dragons, but I digress)
Well, what I did was this...
Is old Tense losing it?
C'mon, hands up who remembers this dragon from these very pages in 2012?
She's a Golden-ringed Dragonfly (photographed in Beinn Eighe national nature reserve), the only lady G-rD I've ever knowingly seen.
And with a little bit of industry and the odd casual expletive, here's my homage to a spectacular ode.
We can only hope that the sun puts in an appearance soon, for all your sakes!