Last night I watched the sunset over the darkling sea, watched blue skies turn to amber – grey. Listened to the seagulls cry from the distant shore. Watched the night flyers emerge into the twilight as day creatures took their rest.

Later, the moon rose bright in velvet blue, diamond scattered sky. The garden, bathed in moonlight, took on a new beauty of it’s own. Dawn arrived, spreading pink fingers of light over the garden and trees before climbing higher in the sky to greet the moon.

Evening returns once more; sunset on a glorious day. Swallow babies, returned to roost, wait expectantly for parent birds, now twisting, turning, wheeling and diving through the warm air. The curlew calls, all is still and peaceful. Guests drink in the view, and feel restored…

The boundary lines have fallen for me in pleasant places; surely I have a delightful inheritance.”