After a difficult day, where I realised teeth grinding was not always a metaphor, I was sat in my study watching a storm roll across the Cotswold escarpment. And suddenly, a rainbow of startling intensity came across the hill toward me.
And I gave such thanks for the blessing of sight. As the years rush by, the old eyes aren’t quite as good as they used to be, but I’m so glad to have them.
Almost as soon as I put the camera down, down came the rain. Like tears.