Quite a damp Halloween last night. My youngest went as Robin Hood and by the time she returned with her friends, for what will no doubt be her last trick or treat around the Walpole Common, the feather in the hat for her costume was drooping down over her face. One last major candy haul before the end of middle school.
The mist, the wind and the pouring rain today seems a fitting tribute to All Soul's Day. If the howling noise continues I may have steal the candy haul and burrow under the duvet for the day. At least the chicken water buckets don't need filling.