Oddly enough, the picture below does contain a reflection. The sun had already set when I took the photo, leaving a reflected glow on cirrus cloud high above the horizon. In reality the glow appeared more like a pillar of light: an unusual spectacle. Distant dark cumulus were reminiscent of a distant mountain range.
In these strange times, when I am working from home, visiting the horses to give them water is 'essential travel'. Their field has no running water so I need to take 200 litre drums in a trailer between tap and trough. That works well enough: the tap is a minute's drive up a farm track, and manoeuvring a full drum is straightforward provided that care is taken.
Once at the stable, we take a gentle rider, as we are allowed daily exercise. The countryside is so quiet nowadays, just birdsong for company beneath a hazy pale blue sky. Hawthorn flowers almost unseen, bluebells carpet the woods, and the fragrance of wild garlic is emerging. Tranquillity amidst tragedy, the countryside like ceasefire from urban battle.