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Our radar as seen through glass. The local airbase radar, via a Polaroid, in low sun, and with extra lenses and glass prisms stuck over the Polaroid lens with BluTac. Some extra technical details in the alt text.

The giant and the wide Borage Sea.

"why are you still hungry, Lucia" I ask the cat, while at the same time my eyes alight on the tempting corner of the French loaf in the kitchen.

12 years in this town, and tonight I found a new path, a new fence down, a rattle of field edges to a corner of a wood only ever seen from a distance, and an acre of scrubland that will soon be an acre of blackberries. I also snuck past some caravans with open doors and bright interiors. Great fun.

No rain here, but it came within a field or two. Close enough that we could hear the rain laughing, hear the rain handing out crisp new five pound notes, hear the rain praising home decoration choices of the houses it fell upon.

The dreadful sun leaves a nightclub. As this flower kept moving out of the light, I left the Polaroid flash on. Brilliantly it now resembles a Weegee photo - a Manhattan showgirl caught in the glare of flash bulb as she’s escorted from a 3am crime scene.

Had to wrap my shirt around my head* to stop the grain triggering my asthma, and then fell over leaping a dry river bed to creep up on this beast, but I am fond of the in and out of the corporeal realm supernatural heft of a harvester at dusk. *of course then my phone won’t recognise me to unlock

Locked the back door as I headed out on my evening walk…but some of the plants look tired and thirsty, so back door open again so I can fill the watering can. Then a cat wanted treats, then a butterfly wanted to be photographed, then I sat down, and now I feel like I may just have a little sleep.

Text update from my parents on life in their Suffolk village.

The moon is close enough to watch our televisions.

Evening walk. I pass a tall man with a pinhole camera and, full of the sunshine of the day, I stop to ask him about it. He and his wife (equally tall) are from New Mexico. Soft spoken, like my father, another tall American. “I’m using infrared film. Infrared is perfect for England” he explains.

Windows and doors at the Unitarian Church in Cambridge. Eye caught by the firework of flowers behind the frosted glass, and then the long grass beginning to envelop the door and the bike.

Lunchtime companions.

On the local water meadow. The big dog that looks like Christmas Day in the mountains came over to lick my hand.

You can still watch the recent Sky at Night special on Jodrell Bank, which details the e-Merlin system (and how it incorporates other small telescopes around the UK, including Cambridge), has great archive photos, and shows the diversity of the scientists based there. www.bbc.co.uk/iplayer/epis...

The Sky at Night - Jodrell Bank: Tuning Into the UniverseThe team explore the remarkable story of Jodrell Bank Observatory and its towering Lovell Telescope, which scientists have used to listen to the cosmos for almost 70 years.www.bbc.co.uk

First alerted to the rain by a sodden cat jumping on the bed at around 5am.

A rare find! The skull of the wooden carrion crow.

I’ve been standing stock still in this wood for about 10 minutes while I mess about with a photo on my phone. I look up, notice the shape, and slowly crouch down to film This has made me so happy I feel I could cry. It’s as close to magic as I hope to get.

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The wood with bees in it. Walking to this wood, which I recall has a tree with bees living in a split in a tree trunk. I’m listening to a recent Radio 3 Late Junction on headphones, and as I near the wood they happen to play a track which begins with a field recording of bees.

Walking a path that brushes a farm. They’re bringing the grain in, and just look at the magic Spielberg light spilling into the barn. Then I heard a tractor so I scarpered.