Feeling a drop of water land on the back of my neck, I looked up. The sky was bruised with coming rain. Double-quick, I pedalled for the next village to shelter in its church porch. But the storm caught me still in open country. Luckily, an oak stood close by. I reached this refuge just as the heavens opened. Snug and dry under the tree, I listened to the cloudburst hissing on to the fields, sluicing down the road, and hosing into the canopy above. Summer isn’t summer until you’ve had to shelter under a tree, and I could have happily stayed there an hour, especially as I could hear some voles rustling in the tree roots; but I needed to get home for a Zoom session.