I love my life. After a morning machining up some new steering arms for one of the drift cars I decided to take my lunch out onto the front terrace. (parma ham with cherry tomatoes and a cup of tea. )
The sun was slightly shaded by some high thin cloud but enough to warm and need sunglasses. A slight breeze rustled the pages of my magazine. Across the valley a lone sheep baar'd whilst myriads of birds tweeted in the trees. round the secret garden. Over the valley our local buzzard floated on the air currents accompanied by her latest offspring whilst crying mournfully. She does that a lot. High above two of the RAF's finest were at play before departing south on re-heat. With the breeze from the east I can't hear the A39 . Now the planes have gone it is blissfully quiet.
I am reminded of the phrase "God is in his heaven and all's well with the world."
Love and peace to all.