Being Italy, there's always an opera house within reach. Here are the witches (a lot more than 3) from Verdi's Macbeth at the opening night in nearby Macerata. As the temperature had been nearly 40 by day it was just as well that this building had no roof and the performance didn't start until 9 (9.15 Italian time). As the late Cllr Andrew Varley said, "I didn't see any queues" when we waited to show our tickets.
In such temperatures a pool always comes in handy. This is the closest I get to the channel!
Trying to photograph small lizards demands great patience. I was lucky.
How could I resist this shop window?
On driving back from Stanstead I told Mrs F to take the London entrance to the M11. I must have been suffering from jet lag. It wouldn't have been so bad if we just went down to the Harlow junction and whizzed back, but ooooooooooh no, there had to be a traffic jam all the way. I repeated a very naughty word many times, whilst Mrs F drove quietly on.