A beautiful morning in the Trough of Bowland brought this: the day then devolved into madness and frustration: I took ill, had to return home, the car battery failed thankfully back on the drive at home, I hadn't fed the birds at the caravan (my intended destination) the camera wouldn't download my card to the computer and the car lost its phone connection ... in the middle of the madness remains this idyllic interlude: my question is why can't the interludes be longer and the madness less??