Over the last couple of days the weather has been gloriously rough, with massive swells crashing onto rocks and beaches. And we have had some impressive rainbows:

The usual thing with rainbows, of course, is that they end just over the horizon. The pot of gold is always out of reach, the elusive home is always elsewhere, so we keep chasing the rainbow’s end.

But the other day I climbed the hill, back up from the beach and the end of the rainbow moved … first to hover over my beach, then over my town. A couple of days later we were out on the ‘radicals walk’ and I was telling Tim, ‘hey, the rainbow ends here!’ He looked sceptical, until we stumbled across this:

Now that comes right down into our beach, which is in the midst of our town. The rainbow’s end is here.