View From A Goldfish Bowl

Grey, unrelenting rain interspersed with torrential downpours, the sort of weather that makes you feel trapped, meant a chance to spend the morning trying to organise and edit files of recent photos.

This afternoon we called in to see Tess's Dad before doing the weekly shop, including some for Chris, whose torn calf muscle is still preventing him getting about without crutches.

This was the view from the window of his flat when we dropped his shopping off. Glastonbury Tor is out there somewhere in the murk.