Mackerel sky over the river
Rows of small rounded cloudlets by half past seven, evenly spaced like fish scales. By ten they had thickened into a grey sheet. The old saying holds more often than it should: rain arrived the next afternoon.
A cloud watching notebook
Short field notes on clouds, light and weather. One sky, looked at most mornings and most evenings.
An anvil that never broke
A tall tower to the south-west, flattened at the top into a wide anvil. Lightning flickered inside it for twenty minutes, but the storm drifted east and the street stayed dry. Good light afterwards, low and orange under the base.
The halo day
A thin milky veil across the whole sky and a clean 22° ring around the sun for almost an hour. Easy to miss: the veil is so faint that the sky just looks a little washed out until you notice the circle.