Workington...

Licensed today: a mural in Workington, a town on the Cumbrian coast...

Promises, promises...

The party leaders are trying to outdo each other with electoral promises, funded with money from who knows where. Do they take us for fools? Yes, they do. The promises will quickly be forgotten once the votes have been counted. While Boris Johnson’s approval rating is dire, Jeremy Corbyn’s figures are, remarkably, even worse. Trust in our elected representatives seems to be at an all-time low.

Licensed last week: the cloisters in Kirkby Stephen, Cumbria...

Cotswold cottages...

A row of quaint stone cottages in Broadway, licensed today...

Bob Cunis...

The England team are out in New Zealand, playing a couple of warm-up games before the test matches begin. I’ll enjoy drifting in and out of sleep throughout the night as the action unfolds, at a funerial pace, from, first, Tauranga, then Hamilton.

One Kiwi player I recall more for his unusual name than his cricketing prowess: Bob Cunis, who played a few tests during the 1970s. John Arlott, the doyen of cricket commentators, may have had one glass of Beaujolais too many when he described the New Zealander’s eccentric bowling style as being, "like his name, neither one thing nor the other”.

More reflections in still water: the Maltings and Oulton Broad, licensed today...

Beccles...

Licensed today: the marina at Beccles, Suffolk...

Happiness...

Country by country, the world's happiest people...

The usual...

The lights came on in the Black Swan yesterday, and stayed on, as the locals trooped in. It’s been six months since the pub closed, and a lot of people in the village hadn’t seen each other during that time. Without a place to meet, a community hub, a small village can become quite insular.

Not the Black Swan... but the Wellington Inn, in the village of Lund, where I was taking pictures today: a pub so posh that it's like being back in Hampshire. When I ordered a pint, I was asked "Will you be dining with us today, sir?"...