This afternoon I took my mother down to the Village Hall for her monthly Mothers' Union meeting. Then I had a couple of hours to kill.
A stroll down to the river beckoned. There was a little fleeting afternoon sun and a tinge of Autumn colour on the trees.
All very pleasant down by The Shallows, looking across to Trumpington Fen.
One of this year's cygnets was admiring his reflection in the water - "Me a swan? Go on!"
The light was just acquiring that late afternoon golden glow. But clouds were gathering.
The wind was in the north-west and dark rainclouds were rolling in, meanwhile the sun was manfully battling through from the south-west.
Time to run for home.
Or to hang around, get wet and enjoy the show.
The rain cleared within a few minutes, leaving moody skies.
The sun settled down slowly in the west at the day's end.
And that, ladies and gentlemen, concludes the entertainment for today.