When the farmer went to collect our papers at half past six this morning, guess what was eating on the grass verge by the gate? A young male deer.
It is ages since we saw one, although we know there is a small herd around.
Later on we went down to our feed merchant and as we drove down the lane a deer crossed the lane in front of us. It was almost certainly the same one - a young male again.
The weather here is perfect - not too hot but sunny and warm. The air is full of the sound of bees and the scent of rowan trees and may (hawthorn) blossom - an almondy smell which I love.
The washing is drying on the line. (I really cannot justify drying it in the drier on a day like today), I have already ironed one lot - and it is time to prepare lunch. So that is all for now.