Pastoral perfection

Like most people we get a little road noise. I can often hear the neighbour's chainsaw. Occasionally there's some distant farm noises.
But living in an albeit small wood birdsong usually fills the air - most mornings recently the drumming of woodpeckers has been spectacular.
However.
Today the bleeting (seems a poor word) of these fun filled lambs as they sprang, hopped and adventured around was by far the loudest thing to be heard.

A good zoom meeting with a prospective funder this morning, but I could feel monkey brain itching in the background. So this afternoon I started on the first (easy) job in the van, a good way to learn the basics of ply lining and carpeting before the main task of creating a kitchen/storage/office area.

This evening I'm less impressed with the spray glue I was using. Considering shaving arms.