Because it's not a hollyday without some.
The weather hadn't read the script, but that was a detail. A chink of light - well, more or less the opposite but that's the metaphor, isn't it? - was a front of sorts on Saturday, and the possibility of gunky weather...
So I was up and considering a little of the usual. Well, until I looked out the window and saw that it dawned far too bright and indeed then got brighter, but a wind was blowing. And yet, 30+ jet skis loomed into prospect at the Nose..
Default setting; I went to Prawle.
This was a very good call, as I found I'd been beaten to it by not only decent wind, but mistyfog!!
Where it came from I do not know, but it stayed until late afternoon. By that time, a shedload of shears had gone by, ranges varying with the vis; a few hundred metres to nigh on a mile!
Oh yeah, and the flowers and the sea and whatnot.