Monday 2nd March 2020, 12.10pm (day 3,112)
Having finally arrived, at least to some degree, winter sustains its grip. I was not in this pub (the Old Gate) at just after noon, I can assure you — but I took advantage of the shelter offered by its outside awnings as another revolting hail storm swept by. While there, I mused on what a too-literal interpretation of the sign might indicate: a dry world beyond the present one? Hmmm.
Being 42 
Even though hail storms can cause a lot of damage, they are still something to see. Thanks for the picture.