This morning the clouds gathered in little battlements, stacked one above the other like a fortification. My trip today with Maureen must be on my mind.

The sky-castle looked far grander than anything I can picture nearby, with towers so tall even the jackdaws hesitated. I almost curtsied to it, absurd as that sounds, before the wind blew it into a sheep and then a saucepan.

The weather has its own theatre, and I always get front-row seats.