At 7am going down the hill in the first fresh fullness of sunrise - all the country to the West was gently illuminated, which makes a change; the sun's usually behind it, eh?

Watched a fantastic sunset from the hill. It was absolutely beautiful. Tamara talked bollocks about drugs but I thought, No, this is the real thing.

At 8pm went down the pub during a thunderstorm - amazing violet-and-white flashes illuminating the whole valley.

Another beautiful morning.

Start of term - people and their parents carrying boxes through the rain. Out in the evening, walked back under the full moon.