Yesterday the sky became white (not blue) with dust again. And gradually, as the day wore on, it got worse. In the afternoon it was like a light fog, but by the evening, after dark, the street light looked like it was shrouded in fog. Fortunately the wind whipped up again and the dust seemed to settle (or blown away).
Playing with Floyd yesterday he leapt up and headbutted my forehead with his noggin. Almost a Liverpool kiss. It's bruised and tender.
Oh, here's some pix from early September, I couldn't load them as the connection was seizing up.