A Monday morning

Like no normal Monday morning.

I woke up in a tent at the bottom of my garden at 5am by the cat who, intoxicated by the thrilling sound of the dawn chorus, wanted to kiss me lots.

Mostly in my eyes and up my nostrils.




It occurred to me today that we've really earned this sunny weekend, we've stood by this land and its shit weather for months and months and today was our reward. It was a proper old fashioned hot bank holiday weekend with picnicking in the park, laughter and lightheartedness and properly sunburnt people.