The weather suits today's endeavor perfectly, not only in terms of mood, but also in terms of attack. A freezing wind is howling through the shadowy woods of Wiltshire and the sky is storm grey and draped with clouds. The concomitant downpour, the thick, pattering drops of which are fighting a duel with our impregnation charms, also does its bit. Even if someone were to cast a cursory glance out one of the windows as we approach the Manor, it will be extremely difficult for them to spot us. The conditions are definitely playing into our hands. A blue sky and a clear view would have been disastrous. When the weather is nice, you can overlook the surrounding countryside for miles from the house.