Mud, mud glorious mud...

Or, a series of unfortunate events, involving diversions, closed car parks, dogs and daughters getting stuck in mud (and I mean up to the shins stuck, lost shoes, the whole shebang), injured paws,mud all over my car and getting verbal abuse from charming gentlemen drinking tinnies in the middle of the day.

But the sky was pretty.

And this is just the first day of the school holidays.

As it has been suggested this is a Simpsons sky, I think the finest Simpsons moment is called for - it involves greyhounds.