The wind has finally died down, the clouds have lifted and dusk is falling. The Ash brook is still swollen with rain, we can hear its tumbling and rushing throughout the house. But that's just the background to the lovely melody of the blackbird as he sings his evening song. This is music which takes me back to my childhood when I used to sit under the damson tree in our back garden and the blackbird would be singing right above my head.
We're so lucky to live here!
