It is a beautiful, sunny, warm day with just enough damp in the air to make things grow - and grow they are - almost as you look at them. Things have shot up in the garden and the daffodils, which usually last quite a long time, are fading quickly this year.
The stone wall opposite is looking good. The waller is not there this morning and the wall looks very neat, so I am wondering if that is as high as he intends it to go. If so there is a large pile of stones on our side of the wall, which will really inhibit us mowing the grass verge, so we shall see. Also I don't think the wall is high enough to discourage sheep - they do seem to be fatally attracted to stone walls they can jump on - unless the farmer intends to put a wire fence on the field side. If nobody collects the stones then I shall be tempted to make another rockery!
It is very sad to hear that Mark Shand, the conservationist, has died after a fall. He did such a lot for elephants; folk like him are sadly missed. He was the brother of the Duchess of Cornwall, who is married of course to Prince Charles. It did strike me this morning, as I read the report in The Times, how apt Prince Charles's 'Carpe Diem' was to the situation. A sudden death like that in the midst of important conservation work, brings such things close to home.
I may well add more to this later in the day, but now, as I sit here in my red spotted satin pyjamas, I had better go and have a shower and get dressed - somebody might come for eggs!