Our favourite transformer box looking moody and sullen as a massive shower passes through, and then tranquil, as the back of a front slowly disappears southwards and the weather finally turns to summer, but only for a short while.
Meanwhile round the front things are happening too.
The sky has gone all biblical and there's a feeling that something's in the air and going to manifest itself out on the Fen amongst the rustling sedge and reed.
Maybe the waters of the Sixteen Foot are about to be parted or could it be a sighting of Bible John with his ghostly blind and deaf terrier at his heels.
