Sometimes it misted, sometimes it rained lightly, sometimes it was a dry fog - the kind one can easily walk around in without one's clothes getting wet. But the ground was wet all day, as evidenced by Lena's red-brown muddy feet. Ah, the joys of having a dog, in wet weather, in Robertson.
As I write (at 10:00 p.m.), the temperature readings in Bowral and Moss Vale, the nearest weather reporting stations to me, are showing 16 degrees C, and 96% humidity.
The rainfall figures for the last 7 days, and for today since 9:00 a.m. have been:
Last Friday, 5 mm; Saturday, 3mm; Sunday, zero; Monday, 2mm; Tuesday zero; Wednesday 14mm; Thursday 2mm, and today, since 9:00a.m., 7mm.
So there has not been much rain this week, but the humidity must surely have been averaging around 90%. As I said yesterday, one can almost hear the plants growing.
It is this kind of weather which makes Robertson the kind of place that it is - green, in a grey world.