Around 1pm on Friday, 31 August, a few sprinkles were ominously falling
from above, though the blue skies made it all seem like an idle threat,
rather than of things to come.
The first few (dark) spots of rain drops were a clue that it wasn't
going to be 100% dry today.
Not a good sign...
By flying back to camp directly, I found a number more droplets
mixed in with Tubby's footprints.
A quick glance at the clouds suggested there may be more to come,
but it was still pleasant...
