My friend, Kate, brought in a book yesterday which is “too young” for her grandchildren but perfect for mine. Which describes the journey of the storks through the seasons.  I have seen stork nests on village rooftops in Ukraine but never seen them occupied. It must be a wondrous sight.

The sun (rare sight) is shining so I rose early to feed the animals, pick onions and chillies and plums, apples and raspberries so that I could prepare dishes for the weekend and get outside to cut the grass before the rain falls again on Sunday.