I sit at the kitchen table a lot.
Here I read, write, explore the internet and think.
If the weather is fine and the yappy dogs silent in their nasty new build house beyond the garden wall, the back door is open to the sound of birdsong, the arguing of the sparrows and the caws from the rooks over the glebe to the East.
I’ve suffered the barking earlier, but it’s 11am now, and it’s peaceful
I won’t talk to anyone today.
Why would I ? It’s Easter Sunday, but I found this wonderful musical interlude, by the Swedish singer Helen Sjöholm and her support singers
I turned it up full blast and let their voices fill the cottage and Churchyard beyond my garden



