Although I have in theory moved into town, it is only a very small town and at present I live on the very edge of it (I believe there are plans to build further behind where I live). If I climbed over the wall (highly unlikely) I would only have to cross three fields to be back on the farm and my post code has only changed one letter. But the wild life is interesting.
When my friends from Holland were here we were regularly serenaded by a beautiful Song Thrush each morning as we ate breakfast. And - joy of joys - last evening when I shut and locked the patio doors before going to bed I was entranced by bats flying up and down across my garden. They were obviously after insects - their speed and dexterity never cease to amaze me. And, as I watched, a Barn Owl swooped down over the wall. The sky still had the glow of sunset and seeing these in such a setting was magic.
I had watched a programme on Orkney - it made me want to go there. The scale of the excavations is enormous and they are gradually uncovering clues, all of which point to the structures predating Stonehenge and all of which suggest that Orkney was once perhaps the most important place in Britain. One thing was really interesting. Some of the stones weighed a ton or more and they were experimenting as to how these stones were moved from a to b (often a long way). They came to the conclusion, after trying various methods, that perhaps the best - or at least the easiest - method seemed to be by pulling them along the ground which had a bed of slippery seaweed.
My gardener has just been (and obviously, because I am not doing anything much today found me still in my dressing gown reading The Times) and watered my garden for me and is coming back to do it again this evening. As he was doing it a young man from Yorkshire Water came to test my water supply. He says Yorkshire is probably the best place in the country for water at the moment - so maybe it will not be a hose pipe ban next week!