Photo an hour: Sunday 19th April

This month, Louisa and Jane decided to run Photo An Hour on a Sunday for a change. This is my third month in a row of taking part (after forgetting for about six months) and I'm quite enjoying the challenge of trying to think up new shots each time around - because my weekend routines really don't vary that much! So what did I get up to on Sunday?

8.30am: Awake far earlier than I usually manage on a Sunday, I began the day snuggling under the quilt and reading.
9.30am: Lured out of bed by the idea of breakfast, I listened to BBC 6Music as I waited for the kettle to boil and the toaster to pop.

10.30am: Getting dressed: again, far earlier than I usually manage. It's not unheard of for me to still be in my pyjamas midday on a Sunday.
11.45am: The car park at Bradgate Country Park in Leicestershire (I was driving at 11.30 so a little late with this photo). Becky and I met at Bradgate Park back in January for a trudge up some hills, and she put forward the idea of turning it into a quarterly, seasonal event. Today was our Spring meet-up.

12.30pm: We found a huge tree with a hollow to hide in and holes in the trunk, so obviously we had to start snapping away.
1.30pm: The ruins of Bradgate House, the childhood home of Lady Jane Grey (pretender to the throne after the death of Edward VI).

2.40pm: Again, just a little late due to driving. I popped into Tesco on my way home and picked up this awesome cushion to bring a little sunshine to our living room.
3.30pm: After overcast skies and rain while we were out walking, as soon as I got home the sun came out. So out I went into the back yard to do a spot of gardening.

4.30pm: Most of us have childhood photographs of ourselves. Thomas has paintings. His dad is a very talented artist - and retired art teacher - who for years used his children as his models and muses. He very kindly let us have some paintings recently, so I'm measuring them up for framing. The expression in the painting on the right slays me: Thomas still does this exact face when he's contemplating (he looks quite deep and meaningful until you realise he's usually contemplating food).
5.30pm: If you follow me on Twitter, you may have picked up on the fact that I'm having some work problems at the moment. I sat down to write a fairly strongly worded letter to my management team.

6.30pm: For the past few months, Thomas and I have been making a note of any wedding ideas on phones or, worse, relying on our terrible memories. Well, no more! I have a proper wedding planning notebook now, and I'm not afraid to use it. (Well, actually I am a bit. It seems very serious, actually writing stuff down!)
7.30pm: Cooking dinner and taking the chance to rearrange my kitchen shelves while the spaghetti cooks.

8.30pm: Our frankly rather tragic Sunday evening tradition is a glass of wine (or two) while we watch Midsomer Murders.
9.30pm: Ending the day as it began: with a book. Thomas, having spent all day at a football tournament, was by now yawning loudly, so it'll be an early night for us both.