I've never really thought of sheep as an accompaniment to world-class sculpture - but at the Yorkshire sculpture park, Henry Moore and woolly critters go together like socks and shoes. Speaking of which, I'm really glad I didn't wear my sandals today, even though we're having spectacular weather - sunny with a bit of a breeze blowing the fluffy clouds over the arch of the big, blue sky. The air smells like roses and clover - it's just gorgeous and it's making me feel glad to be away from the city.

We're picnicking in the park now, a suitable activity for the 4th of July, I think, though it would benefit from homemade ice cream or perhaps some strawberry shortcake. Our fireworks tonight will be listening to Emma Kirkby sing, though truth be told it will be hard to top last night's concert!

Happy Fourth to everyone, and gkr, sorry to not be seeing you tonight.