Fields of Gold

For various reasons, too tedious to mention we decided to not set off for Wales until tomorrow.
So we've enjoyed a pleasant day catching up in the garden between some of the heaviest downpours l've seen in a long time.
First thing Mr P went for a run up near the monestry and told me about this meadow full of buttercups.
I don't usually go chasing a blip, prefering my shot to be something l've come across in the day but made an exception for this.
We drove there this evening and even though it was dull and grey it couldn't dampen the golden glow.
Before we went we watched the Cup Final on television.
Even though l'm not an Arsenal supporter l was so pleased for Arsene Wenger, the sort of football manager that we will never see the likes of again.