When I set off cycling this morning the temperature was cool enough to be refreshing.
Bright, defining sunshine, which back-lit the flower head of this cow parsley as I - well, sped is probably over-stating it! - passed by.
I had to - screech to a halt? No, step off the bike, and take a picture.
So strange not going into Oxford for ages.
Have started re-reading The Mill on the Floss, in between library work and creative writing teaching. I say re-reading but I don't think I finished it first time round, though I feel very at home in the book.