A quiet morning of blueberry muffins and dogs walks. And now, as evening beckons it's become considerably windier, although I like the freshness of it as I trundle off with top dog. I like the sound the wind makes as it whistles over the top of the chimney.

The blip is through the branches of the tree in the front garden. I took some of the sky but decided at the last minute that the crisis cross of the branches threading in and out of each other looked interesting. Amazing to think Mondrian started with this.