It was squally down at the beach today.
One moment the sun broke through, lighting the shingle golden and turning the sea to jade, then the skies darkened and the rain swept in.
We took shelter down by the shore and watched as the rain pocked the surface of the sea and the wind whipped the waves into spray. Out in the bay the ships looked as if they were floating on mist.
Then the rain passed, clouds dragging their burden out to sea and the sun lit up a rainbow, brilliant against the darkness of the sky.
Our world may have entered squally times - but there’s always a rainbow.