Eve of Referendum

This morning I woke when the alarm went off, rather than half an hour before as usual. I had been dreaming, but couldn't remember exactly what about - it got vaguer with each step I took from the bedroom to the bathroom.

Down in the kitchen, putting on the kettle and making the sandwiches, I notice that it looks like a lovely morning. Sun rising gently through the mist, promising a dry and bright day.

Walking Rocky up the back road to the cross, sleepy Herefords amble about in the field, a frog makes a break for cover, birds are singing.

All is quiet. All is well.

Today is the eve of the Referendum.