This little lady..............

...........was observed from my hidey hole. Robert has reclaimed his shed from the Garden Fairy. Thrilling news next week, much more to follow.

I go to my quiet place to recover, meditate on life and watch the regulars, as I term our bird population, grow and mature. She has taken quite a fancy to my blueberries. Share and share alike. Pipe smoking is a great reducer of pain and stress. It can bring periods of thought and memory.

Yesterday gave the Garden Fairy pause for concern. I quietly enquired what she thought of the possibility of Shrillery Clinton, Theresa May and Mikhail Gorbachev getting together for their first summit meeting. Loooong pause; "Do you mean Putin," "No, Gorbachev, he's the mover and shaker in European terms." Longer pause, the boy was sent to take a break.  

This morning a rather heavy squall drifted across our wee house. It reminded me of the first time I flew a gazelle below what appeared to be a very heavy shower, it turned out to be rather more. As the rain hit the perspex it sounded rather like a machine gun hammering away. The organism was told to shut up and get on with it, we were committed, I was by myself and needed to get back to Plymouth. The organism quailed again and was told firmly to "Get a grip" and stop annoying me. It's surprising what surfaces in the distant memory when the present is so cloudy.