Two unusual things occurred this morning. One, I woke to discover I had slept for eight hours solid for the first time in ages, and two, when I went to the sitting room, the first thing I heard was a car or building alarm. That’s a very odd thing to hear around here, and I only usually hear such a thing after a power cut, and that’s rare too.
Then, and this isn’t so strange, I heard a sheep nearby. Maybe that’s a little odd because we’re on the north side of the village, not that rural and it’s not coming up to Easter, which is when we usually find sheep and goats wandering the lanes.
The other morning sounds continue as normal. The cockerels who ‘go off’ all day and night, the chickens panicking because someone laid an egg, and their chicks chirping up the road. The blackbird clicking its tongue like an admonishing schoolteacher as it does a fly-past warning, and the sparrows having a good old gossip. The collared doves are more circumspect on the telegraph pole, doing their coo-coo, coo, ad infinitum, with their partners replying, ‘You just said that.’
Boats coming and going. There’s what looks like a small cruise ship coming through the humidity haze right out in the bay, and some smaller pleasure craft upping anchor and heading off to some other paradise.
And so the morning begins. It’s going to be another hot one, but not as hot as north of Athens where the land is burning. (I can’t believe I was woken by fireworks the other night. Fireworks?! At this time of year, and directly over the harbour, property, and scrubland. Madness, and I thought they were outlawed at the moment anyway.)
