25 August 2026

This morning's reflection of the crabapple tree and sky in the glass doors to the courtyard, as I looked at the bookshelves, from the outside in. 

I am faintly visible there too in reflection, amongst the books I've read.  Books, tree, sky and me merged.

Cambridge looks shockingly parched from months of drought. 

This was Parker's Piece today - a wasteland of dry brown grass.