Monday morning dawned and yet again it was all change on the weather front, the grey clouds had gone there it was, a blue sky with fleecy high clouds. The blue dome was looking really good.
To the east the transformer box had a nice crisp silhouette and to the west the field of oilseed ripe is heading towards another shade of yellow, not the acid yellow of the flowers but the soft golden brown of the ripening seed pods. Soon we will have the noise of the combine harvesters in the rapeseed field as they harvest the little black seeds; we'll have all the dust too.
On the western horizon even the turbines look bright white and almost smart. It should be a lovely day.