I'm going to say it, the weather is getting me down. I'm not usually one of those people that fret about whether we'll get a 'proper' summer or not, and I certainly don't dislike the rain. I grew up in a house with a bedroom on the top floor, and one of my greatest pleasures was lying in bed listening to the soothing sound of it drumming on the roof above. But these past few weeks, and the promise of more unsettled weather to come, are getting to me. Grey skies and puddles, broken umbrellas and leaking boots and a camera that has barely been used of late.
I took these a few weeks ago, when the sky was blue and the magnolias were exploding all over London.