The clouds that loured upon our house.

There was a surprising variety of cloud in the sky yesterday, especially in the early evening in the couple of hours before the sun went down. A mixture of white (often shining silver in the setting sun) and pale grey louring black, interspersed with wide areas of palest washed out blue.

At one point there was a perfect horizontal line of well-separated fat baby cumulus, like something out of an old cartoon showing Indian smoke signals or the output of someone puffing on a cigar.

A row of small black submarines came from the west, soon to turn white & puffy.

Other areas were covered with mackerel, pink, pale orange, grey & white.

Some parts were covered with long flat feathers, strands of thin white wispy stuff which may have been dissipating contrails.

And one much bigger cloud, grey-black & threatening, rushing in from the west, with the leading edge either racing ahead or being pulled along – do hurry up – by something. Eager to get to the hills or to fill up a bowl of low pressure over to the east.

We must be in for another very unsettled period.