Classic anvil cloud

I'm back in my Monteloro base camp after a stupidly long day. Oxford via my Mum toStansted and then Pisa to Monteloro with waits for planes and hire car and parking lot buses.

The good news is that Monteloro is fresher than the humid cauldron that is Oxford.

It was sad to leave Mum with the posy we had picked from the garden together as I wheeled her around it this morning early. But she is in good hands and my sister and brothers are around. We drank to 'family' with cold Rose the other evening.

This cloud is I think over the Rhine near the Swiss border.