After the daffodils

After the daffodils comes the rape, maybe not so attractive but still colourful when the sun is on it.  I spotted this field while we were driving over to Bourne for a new sort of service of healing that has recently been launched.  In the morning, I worked on a clock, joined friends for a brunch and bought some fish.  As a result, dinner will be swordfish and broccoli followed by crême brûlée