Very pretty here this morning at Molesworth in the sunny spells between showers. Love the way the raindrops cling to the tree outside the kitchen window.

Dear old Tom makes the most of the warmth in the armchair on the verandah. Not that he looks particularly pleased – he’s perpetually cross these days. (I’ve had him checked by the vet, he’s ok, just a grumpy old man cat). He sure has attitude for a feline that once lived as a feral.