Waiting for blue skies.

This morning's walk was later than usual and that didn't please the dogs. It was wet too and although Benny doesn't care, Sika is not a big fan of the rain.
So we headed off above Durlston Bay, through the woods, following paths that had become rivers over night. The waves below were pounding against the shore and that was the overriding sound but birds could still be heard among the falling drops of rain. I would have liked a bit of sunshine, something to chase the grey away and lift the day, but it was obvious that any patch of blue sky would be short lived. It seemed that it wasn't just the sky that was grey.
It is a funny thing though, regardless of the gloom and the rain it didn't long before I started seeing the world through more positive eyes. Watching the waves as they crossed the bay, walking through puddles and riverlets that flowed down the path, listening to the Squirrels as they chattered and raced through the trees, there was suddenly so much to see. Any walk, even a grey and wet one, never fails to improve a mood and this morning was no exception, even Sika cheered up when the Squirrels performed.
So the walk changed, we got wet and muddy and the way back got a lot better.
And then the clouds started to clear...