I woke to go to the bathroom at half past four this morning and half an hour later it became clear that I was not going to go back to sleep. I got up, made a cup of tea and opened the curtains. 'Our' blackbird was already at it in the hawthorn tree next door - singing his beak off. I assume this means no chicks yet - otherwise he would be frantically searching for food with his wife.
There is something about dawn that makes it entirely different from dusk - not sure what it is - probably the quality of the light. All was still and from my propped up position in bed I could see the odd cat walk through on its morning promenade. A book was in order and I turned to what I almost always turn to in these circumstances - 'Better than Fiction' - 32 True Travel Tales from Great Fiction Writers. These are short pieces, very well written, and all about travel. I am a keen 'armchair traveller' (just as my father was a keen 'armchair gardener'). I differ from my father in that in my mobile days I travelled - both husbands keen travellers too (the farmer had to be persuaded to start with but soon got the hang of it). In the days before I could afford it then I travelled from the comfort of my armchair. I have mentioned before - the first travel book I read while I was in my teens (and I read it many times) was 'Kurun around the World' by Maurice le Toumelin. I was enraptured.
I had two hours of travel accompanied by just a blackbird before I got up for my breakfast. Then at ten o'clock I had a virtual coffee morning on Zoom with W,E,M and S - a lovely forty minute chat about this and that - interrupted yet again by my friend from down the road ringing my bell to tell me I hadn't taken the milk in and it was in the sun. What it is to have good neighbours.
Now I shall go and prepare my lunch of the last of the soup I made followed by a tomato and marscapone pasta dish I want to try. Then Percy will accompany me round the block in the lovely sunshine. Stay safe.