"To muse, to creep, to halt at will, to gaze ... such sweet wayfaring" William Wordsworth
Wine on the vine.
Potential only at this point.
Rain followed us about for most of the trip. Not always raining, somedays sunshine and some days rain. There had been some very blowy weather on those few days. Very hard driving in the van with a strong cross wind. And on the next day's drive saw lots of branches blown down.