Right now, the wind is howling. It is coming here directly from Siberia. The rain is coming from the refrigerator by the temperature and if I were religious I'd be looking for the man who builds Arks.
So, I've printed this off and stuck it alongside the monitor. Not that a place such as this is on my holiday list - we stay in UK now we have the dog and flying has degenerated into something that is more akin to stuffing human beings into pig styes than anything else. No - this shot serves to remind me of when we used to live in places like this and a scene as depicted would have been our regular afternoon hang-out.
Happy happy days.