It's an ill wind...

Talk about a butterfly's wing-flutter creating a hurricane on the other side of the world... who'd have thought the eruption of, er, Eyjafjallajokull volcano would cause such chaos?


I rather like this photo, showing what appears to be a rather grand cumulonimbus forming:


Closer inspection shows that, in fact, it is rather more ghastly than that:


Meanwhile, hundreds of kilometres away...


So what?, you say. Well, that patch of blue sky is on the flight path to Heathrow: normally at any given moment you'd be able to see up to half a dozen aircraft lining up through here, one screaming over every 90 seconds or so, and this is the spot where they lower their undercarriages.


Instead, today, we had glorious empty blue sky.


Brompton Cemetery (for that is where we are) contained no sounds at all other than the intense singing of birds and the very occasional distant rumble of a comforting train.


It was a truly magnificent spring day in here, and it was a complete pleasure not to have the intrusive scream of overhead jets.


I spent most of my stroll smiling smugly, like some sort of weird community care/day release mentalist. Incidentally, what sort of bird is this:


I'm rubbish at bird's names. Though I'm quite good at spotting Japanese-style blossom emerging:


Yeah, I'm enjoying this aircraft grounding. At least until Monday, they now say. And the Met Office says that, er, Eyjafjallajokull could be pumping out aircraft-unfriendly ash for months. Hm... This might even prompt us to start planning for a greener, more sustainable (and less vulnerable) future.