July 4th, 2007

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Glastonbury Sunday

This morning when I was walking down the path I couldn't believe the blue sky all around me. After days and days of rain, with only the merest hint of occasional sunshine, it seemed really strange. Even so, it would not have surprised me if it had started pouring with rain again at any moment, the absence of clouds just wasn't an issue. So far it hasn't rained, but I understand that big things are heading in again from the west. It's a standing joke, but I'm really beginning to wonder whether the gorgeous days we experienced in April and May (with a few nice ones thrown in since) are all the summer we are going to get this year. 

Because I have had a couple of week-ends in a row where I couldn't get out playing at being a photographer, I was determined that last Sunday was going to be different, come what may. Cabin Fever seemed to have gripped me and I needed to be outside, even if it meant getting soaked. Even now I find it difficult to believe that I did what I did, but at 4.30 on Sunday morning............*I'll just give you all a few moments to digest that*............I got in my car and headed off across the dawn landscape to Cheddar. 

When I got there I parked in a lay-by near the head of the gorge and climbed and slithered, clawed my way and paused for breath, up the steep slope of one of the sides to the top. Once I cleared the trees at the top I walked along above the cliffs to the highest point. I knew I had not chosen the best day to visit this particular place, a fact borne out by the heavy, damp air, low cloud and total lack of views. This was my best shot from the highest part of Cheddar Gorge at about 5.30 on a morning when I should definitely have stayed in bed. 

I couldn't even see the opposite side of the gorge!

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Greylake revisited

So, anyway, after I left Glastonbury, when I was just a couple of kilometres from home, the sodding sun came out. I was close to the Nature Reserve at Greylake which I had visited back in the winter, so decided to swing by and take a look at what might be going on there. The best thing was that it was still so early that there was no-one else about. 

These are some of the things I saw. 

The village in the distance is where I live. 

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Buster's back

Sunday afternoon ended with me taking some pictures of Buster in his favourite chair in his conservatory. For those who don't know, Buster is a sorrel Abyssinian. He's about thirteen years old, soppy as a basket full of flannels and purrs like a train when he gets going. Just in case anyone was going to ask, I haven't got a clue what his favourite colour is but it would probably have something to do with food. 

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