I woke up this morning fully expecting yesterday's rain to have blown away. Instead it was a close Grey day with with a soft and steady pour. I went for a drive to visit a friend at the foot of a mountain. On the way there whilst listening to the bittersweet sounds of Billy Holiday, I noticed a paddock filled with Buttercups. The luminous buttery field against the cold Grey blanket warmed the very Cockles of my heart.