An inland seascape

On Dover's Hill, Chipping Campden, Gloucestershire.

Storm Katie didn't bother us much. Her northern fringes seemed quite ladylike to me, though not, I gather, to the good folk of Derbyshire. That said, first thing, we drew the curtains, opened the windows and enjoyed the rattle of the wind and rain, and the fresh, cool air. All from the comfort of a toasty duvet. By midday it was all over, though 10 or so miles south, where the Fosse crosses Halford Bridge and along the banks of the Stour towards Shipston, the river had burst its banks and encroached on back gardens.

After doorstep sandwiches and a read of the papers, we clambered up to Dover's Hill and enjoyed a chat and a wander along the edge.