Parking ticket...

A good way to start my day is waking up to bird-song or, on a Sunday in a small market town, the peal of church bells. A bad way to wake up, as happened this morning, is to find a parking ticket stuck to the windscreen. The fine wasn’t for the lack of a ticket (I didn’t need one between 6pm and 8am); it was for the ‘improper use of a parking space’. This is the first ticket I’ve had, in three years, for kipping in a car park, and it was timed, improbably, at 6.37am. One blind was halfway down, which suggests that a particularly vigilant traffic warden, standing on tip-toes, might have glimpsed a somnolent figure inside the van…

Changeable weather over Woodnook campsite...