Nothing matters when we're dancing

There was an awful lot going on in the pylon field this morning. It was hard to choose, but the dancing pylons won in the end.

Just for once, courtesy of the shiny new tripod, I got my uprights upright. I was ever so pleased with myself until I realised that my eyes don't do upright for more than a second at a time and the picture was suddenly too static. So in the interests of dancing rather than engineering, I've given them a nudge.

PS Just turned over the other compost bin and found the teaspoon I didn't find yesterday. Knew it must be there somewhere.