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In stark contrast to the rest of the day the early evening, and in particular my drive home, was rather quite lovelyish. The sky was full of cottonwool clouds and the further homewards I tootled the more they dispersed to make way for perspective-friendly contrails and the odd dark heavy one.

Lady sp33d cooked a rather yumtastic soup to save wasting the remnants of our veg bag, and ace it was too - specially when washed down with a holdyhandswalk, a pair of proper hand-pulled pints (Flowers Original and Weetwoods 'Old Dog') and a chinwagmutterchat.