A bright spot

No opportunities for exciting photography today. Very early start (after a late night missing The Who but wondering who Tiny Temper and Jessie whoever might be) for a drudgey crawl around the M25 to a place where photography is actively discouraged under pain of prosecution. Dreadful shame as the horticulture students have created the most beautiful gardens. Then, after a busy few hours, back round the motorway to catch up on some zzzs with a sofa snoozle and then some more work.

Now it's raining and I'm wondering whether we might be able to have a superb ceremony every month with a wonderful supportive buzz and a relaxation of the usual whinging and cynicism. Roll on the Paralympics and more tremendous achievements by young people from around the world.