Clematis

This is what happens when I set out to take a photo. I should have been cooking an evening meal, but instead I was crouched behind a Clematis, waiting for the light to be just right and annoying a pair of nesting blue tits who wanted me out of the way so that they could deliver food to their young. I was hoping to capture something of the romance of a summer Sunday afternoon, when you can laze around in a Clematis arbour with a book, soaking up the rays.
I do need to cook the tea now, though.