Every morning

The crows and jackdaws boil up out of the trees on the golf course where they have been roosting overnight. They fly over our house on the way to search for food.

At this time of year it's at 7am but it's light dependant so gets earlier as the year progresses.

I haven't been on line much this weekend so apologies to any who have commented and to whom I owe replies.

Yesterday we were invited round to our neighbours for "butter brot" and went at 3pm expecting a cuppa and biscuit. At 9pm were staggered home having helped consume endless open sandwiches, tea, 3 bottles of red wine and half a bottle of port and with an invitation to go and stay with them at their house in the Crimea!

She is Ukranian and he is local - and more interestingly he is a painter and is going to build himself a studio in his garden. A lovely couple that we are going to enjoy living beside.

This morning having had not much sleep etc. I am hung over not quite recovered.