Yesterday was a day of planned procrastination. Storm Benjamin was forecast and I needed small jobs on my schedule that could be done anytime so that I could do dry dog walks when there was not a deluge falling from the sky. As a plan it worked two long dog walks with just a jumper and no coat. Summer trousers hemmed, and the sewing machine put away. Two procrastinations dealt with in one go.

Storm Benjamin had taken himself slightly off course and had arrived, at his worst, about 8 hours earlier than anticipated.

He seemed not to have ruffled up the sea too much but there was still enough rainfall to make the day unpleasant and enough sun to make a rainbow.

If the end of a rainbow ever truly existed then this one would have delivered his crock of gold more or less into the tidal pool.

Excellent planning by our local council as they had cleaned the pool the day before. All that fictional gold delivered into a nice clean receptacle. Too bad I was on the other side of the peninsular I might have been able to pocket a mythical golden doubloon at the end of the rainbow. Except, of course, that had I been there the rainbow would have been somewhere else entirely.

A day of dull procrastinations ticked off. There were numerous others, far too dull to waste words on Excellent walks and mythical gold delivered into a clean concrete  swimming pool. A low bar was both set and achieved for the day.