Saturday started off well enough - it was heavily overcast and there were no mountains to be seen anywhere.
There was, however, something that made me suspicious - when I got up, the farmer was driving up and down the meadow outside, mowing the grass. They don't do that if it is going to rain, they spread muck around instead!

My first thought, was that he had lost some of his marbles - it was cold and gloomy and was quite obviously going to rain any minute and yet there he was driving up and down as if the sun were out.

Well - he was right, of course. Within an hour the temperature had risen ten degrees and although it still looked as if it would rain any minute, it was almost unbearably hot. Then, just after Midday the curtains were ripped open so that the mountains were suddenly still there after all and then sun beat down upon us as if to make up for the mornings lost time.
And that is the way it stayed for the whole weekend.
Pass the shadow please.