There isn’t a breathe of wind here. I’ve just come in off the roof terrace after a couple of hours enjoying an incredible view with a glass of something relaxing. Our chickens have stopped clucking way down below us, the dogs have stopped racing around playing tag with each other, Our lop eared rabbit has joined the Quail in the greenhouse for a good nights sleep, and we’ve just talked our Maine Coon down off the pitch of our three story roof (phew!). The birds and our three garden squirrels are settling down for the night in their one hundred year old trees, and now that the sun’s gone down I can see car headlights twinkling in Winchcombe which is about 18 miles away.
My daughter has made sandwiches and nibbles and lit a log fire and we’re relocating to the lounge for a karaoke session …. It’s Coronation bank holiday weekend and all is right with our own particular world here in the Malvern Hills …. Life is good.