My grumpiness soon dissipated once I'd deposited her with wet and free-flying hair at pre-school. My load considerably lighter for the next 3 hours, I walked home, studying the openness above me as I went and I noticed that, actually, once you get used to it, these grey winter skies are really quite beautiful. I tuned into the Grey Spectrum and I marvelled at the bluey-grey, juxtaposed with a sort of white-grey, a touch of slate-grey, a smattering of charcoal. And just look at the layers of cloud and the shapes they create.
Am I deluded? Can grey be beautiful? Am I attempting to dress up this seemingly everlasting weather of cloud, cold, wind and rain? Is it just a way of getting through the day/winter? Or am I so used to detecting all those shades of brown in Weston's landscape, particularly when gazing at the seafront on a stormy day, that I can now appreciate subtleties in colour, whatever the colour?
In explanation, I grabbed my camera and darted outside to take a few snaps of grey for you. I hope you appreciate them because I got soaked!!