Sheepset

Yesterday, St Mark's Day, Dia do Revolução dos Cravos, 25 April, I was up betimes bustling from kitchen to sofa assembling the cast for First Pot of Tea when something Other caught the corner of my eye through the window. "Aurora" my scrabbling snap-mind delivered: we will try to make sense of the untoward. But I paused my bustle and went outside to ◎◎ it was a (murky) rainbow:Oh-ho, I said, there is a pot of gold Up Sturra, we must look more carefully next time . . . and IF that rainbow is centred SE THEN the sun must be NW. And, out the kitchen window, it was:That was 06:00hrs. 14½ hours later, 20:30 I was fossicking around giving a wrap to the day: battening hatches, counting sheep, watering the beans (very sad altogether so far this year) when I snapped thisDon't angst if you can't count 16 sheep, I did and N = 16 [✓] but I cropped the picture of some Ginnie-no-pals ewes off camera to right. Like the junior army officers in Lisbon 52 years ago, y'have to Carpe Diem. We'll be a…