I got it all wrong this morning. I went for a run through a downpour left over from last night’s thunderstorms. Then as the rain petered out I jumped into the ponds. All very wet but warm.
My favourite Heath waterfowl – the grebes who live in a nest just off the west bank of the men’s pond – have had another chick. It was sitting happily on its parent’s back as they swam around post-deluge.
The heat has been building up since Thursday morning when this photo was taken. The poppies are a 1914 anniversary memorial. The crashing booms and sulphurous crackles of that massive storm over southern England this week gave us a hint, in our comfortable beds, of what it must have sounded like 100 years ago across the channel in Flanders.