Before the temperature soared, in the early morning of this, another hotter day, as I stayed inside working on my blogging comments and replies, a faint breeze entered through the French windows allowing admission to the occasional buzzing bluebottle while I listened to the gentle scraping of Jackie’s garden tools; the glinting tinkling of the wind chimes adjusted yesterday; the rattling clanking of the magpies which have wiped out our smaller songbirds whose eggs and chicks they have stolen; and the amorous cooing of mated wood pigeons whose size has protected them from the predators, despite their numbers being reduced by egg theft.
This afternoon I posted
This evening we dined on tender roast duck in orange sauce; firm carrots, cauliflower, broccoli, and very flavoursome Brussels sprouts, with which I drank more of the Tempranillo.