The man on the radio is playing the Pink Panther theme by Henry Mancini ... then there's the 3 minutes of death, war, famine and pestilence, the newscaster's soft tones telling us how terrible the world is ... before we return to the man on the radio talking about the return of an old breed of goat on the Emerald Isle.
The sun is flitting in and out ... every so often adding extra oomph to the garishness that is the fields of rapeseed currently lighting up the surrounding land of next door's farm.
Bought some Broom as a bee treat. They're starting to get busy again. Gotta keep a close eye out for the bees that didn't make the cut ... so many dozy/wingless ones that crawl all around the yard. They all have to be collected up and moved to the other side of the gate so the dogs' paw pads don't fall foul of them.
The shiny metropolis awaits. Nice to see a different landscape but hate the noise and fumes. Amused myself with the idea of creating a perfume called 'Per-fumes', as per the fumes the town is awash with ... car fumes and people perfumes galore ... makes my head ache.
Once a week is enough, then it's back to the countryside smells ... a heady combination of flowers, animal poo and tractor fumes ... hmmmm ... (ponders) ... now what will I call that scent? ...