Distant poppies

... or, as Mr PP would have it, "the opium fields of Lincolnshire"! Amazing how bright the red is when the sun shines. Today it hasn't shone very brightly, though. 

It's Mrs B's birthday and we popped over to see her briefly this morning, delivered some goodies and ate a slice of birthday cake, which little Miss B had baked and decorated herself. It was delicious - no wonder it was cut for 11-ses! The young master showed off how proficient he is at riding his new car, which was lovely to see.

It's heavy and muggy again now and, like last night, I feel as if there was a tight band round my head; not a migraine, but definitely the result of the weather. Ugh. Wish it would rain and clear the air! But doubt it will.