Flatford...

Stayed in Maningtree last night, next to a pub where they were showing the Liverpool game. Man City capitulated meekly, the previous night, against Real Madrid, but Liverpool went one better: beating Villarreal and setting up a Europa League final against Seville. Liverpool ‘went for it’ from the moment the ref blew his whistle, and never let Villarreal settle.

This morning I took pix around Flatford Mill. The National Trust have tried to keep the view much as Constable saw it, when he painted the Hay Wain. Willy Lott’s House is still there, and the River Stour; what Constable wouldn’t have seen is a National Trust shop selling expensive tat. It’s a pleasant spot, especially early in the morning, before people have arrived. I may go back in early evening, when the sun will have moved round…

Paths converge on Flatford...

Willy Lott's Cottage...

The cottage... at twilight...