Calstone Wellington

It's been a vexatious day. My trip to Calstone Wellington was supposed to restore my good humour; instead I got into an altercation with a man whose large, stupid pom-pommed poodle was barking at me in the churchyard. My pictures reflected my lack of inspiration. The light was dull, the sky colourless.

I spotted some young rams in a field adjacent to the church, but they couldn't be enticed nearer to the fence, and an older one, who had long, curly horns, was particularly elusive. Perhaps I looked too murderous.