Up early this morning to vote, and hopefully change the political colour in this country. I am 66 years old. If this election goes the way it is predicted then for the first time in my voting life I will actually have voted for the party that goes on to form the government.  This is for geographical reasons, I have moved about a bit. I have often had to vote tactically and have on occasions voted for a successful  and effective local M.P. But it shows the weakness of our first past the post system that for nearly 50 years my votes have felt impotent and pointless beyond local results.

Being up with the lark was surprisingly social for me and the dogs.

But, being greeted, on the harbourside by this enthusiastic, swimming-sheepdog slightly dampened my early morning joie de vivre. In her defence she was spooked by a drone powered camera. Presumably getting picturesque shots for news bulletins.

I hope that is the only dampening of my political spirits that occurs over the next 24 hours.