August...

Whilst August yet wears her golden crown,

Ripening fields lush-bright with promise;

Summer waxes long, then wanes, quietly passing

Her fading green glory onto riotous Autumn.

                                            Michelle L Tieme

This weekend central England has sweltered under hot, oppressive August skies... summer has arrived with a vengeance (just in time to say goodbye until next year).  We made the mistake of trying to go to a balloon festival yesterday - never, ever go anywhere called Billing Aquadrome.  You will regret it.    Dreadful place and only three balloons up when we got there - we couldn't stand the idea of hanging around to see if any more arrived so got home very hot, bothered and fed-up.

Today was still warm but at least we were out in the local countryside and I got to take some photos in a field.  Peace, perfect peace... not a hot-dog vendor or fun-fair blasting mindless music into my ears in sight...

The one pic from yesterday that I'm not ashamed of...

Well only a bit,  the others were worse - almost made my camera

put a bag over its head and refuse to take any more photos...

These are from this morning...
my camera was much happier with me.
I'm glad - I hate it when we're not friends :O)