In times of political upheaval, i always head up the hill to the allotment. As some wag pointed out on Twitter yesterday, that must mean I get up there pretty regularly over the last few years.
Yesterday was a great day to be there, with my hands in the soil, birdsong in my ears and the scent of the beautiful roses.
Listen with the sound on to Mr Buzz in the first clip. Sounds like Summer to me. As do the planes in the next two, tbf! - 16 minutes ago