Another beautiful day: light blue skies taper to yellow on the horizon; a chill in the air; birdsong, all the usual trimmings. What have we done to deserve a spell of such marvellous weather? Nothing, of course. Deserving / undeserving simply doesn’t come into it. There is no morality of weather. It just is. Bright, sunny, kiss of light wind, clouds fat and jolly or sweeping, sun-warmed or thunderstuck the weather does what it does and we live our lives beneath it, wishing and dreaming and turning our faces up in hope towards the sky.