I hate the heat…I know I must be burnt at the stake as a witch but I don’t like the heat.  When you say something like this a lot of people look at you as if you are some half wit (which might be true).   Weather forecasters insist that we must get out and enjoy all the sun – I don’t and I won’t.

Instead of following this group think I spend my days inside, in front of a fan researching Roman archaeology and plotting them on plans like the one above.   Now this really is a very niche activity but I enjoy it.

When the evening comes and the heat is a lot more tolerable I might venture out and capture the odd photograph.  At the moment the harvest is in full swing so if can offer some good photographic opportunities.

As for the political world well how can I put this??   Err… fuck all has changed.  At least the huge combined harvesters create all their sound, fury and  huge dust clouds for a reason. I fear the same cannot be said for our political masters.

I wonder if the harvest will be the same next year after we leave the EU without an exit deal as such (there are already a large number of understandings and gentlemen or women agreements to keep things going  in this outcome)?

Only time will tell.