A few very light showers came in over the mountain but none lingered for longer than a few minutes.
I think it started in the early hours of the morning, was quite promising around 7 am but fizzled to a drizzle, just wet enough to put on a coat but not wet enough to deter young Japanese visitors from trying their first ever horse ride.
The visitors weren't remotely interested in the weather, probably thought we were all barking mad with our preoccupation with it, if they understood what we were talking about, that is.
They were enchanted with the animals around the place. Sammy fell in love. That cat waiting her turn in that lap, is a proper nut case. It follows the kids around like a puppy, followed the girls home after they'd visitied.
It's followed me when I've gone for a walk in the past but usually doesn't go past the cow shed. On Saturday, though, it came with us when we went for a walk down to the creek. There wasn't much water but there is still a trickle coming down out of the mountain.
First time I've ever seen a cat drinking water from a creek:
This morning it followed the girls down to the road where they catch the school bus. Don't know if it went home in the meantime but it was there again waiting with Sammy when the bus returned this afternoon.
