We were spoilt on our Scottish beach site. The midges couldn’t get to us because it was too windy and the rain was doing stuff somewhere else. So, after a few days back in proper Scotland we thought we’d escape the bad weather and move a bit. South. As we drove through continuing rain we tuned in to the radio for a weather report. Nothing. The further South we went, the worse the weather got. Eventually arriving in England, we rang around a few sites who told us that fields were waterlogged.
Reaching Sheffield felt like we at the end of our street; It’s only a couple of hours to a warm dry bed. Turned out that if we’d gone North it was glorious, but we didn’t know because it was the weatherman’s day off.
Driving passed the Tinsley cooling towers on the edge of Sheffield, we took this photo to go with the Angel of the North we had taken earlier. This one was much more interesting to paint. Hearing on the news the next day, (in our warm and dry house), that they were due to be demolished that week was just weird.
