As I sat with Laura in the billiards room working on her song with her, we heard a cackling sound from outside the window. There, on the stone balustrade, was perched a line of guinea fowl, watching us intently with their beady eyes. They slunk off when we noticed them.
I sat in the yard this morning in a spot of sunshine, drinking coffee. Peals of birdsong started up, and a robin sitting on a chimney pot sang his heart out. His tiny eyes sparkled and his tawny breast glowed; what a perfect one-man show. I shall be there again tomorrow at 8.30 for part two, rain or shine...
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