Status Updates From My Cousin Rachel

Friday came all too soon. A moody, fitful sort of day, with gusts of wind. We often had them thus, the third week in September with the big tides of the year. The clouds were low, scudding across the sky from the southwest, threatening rain before the evening. I hoped it would rain. One of our true downpours, with maybe a gale thrown in for further measure. A west country welcome.