I was going to sit downstairs here ... at the big outside table, near the forest, thinking I would attempt to capture the absolute joy that is living out here in the country but ... the table has these two lovely American girls talking of learning Nederlands and Italian, an Australian reading his book and smoking, trying not to annoy us with the smoke, and that dog ... the one that drops his tennis ball at our feet, waiting for us to throw it for him, again and again and again and again and again.
The church bells just rang, 7pm.
The air is warm.
It's good to be out of the city...
