So nice to be out in the sun and fresh air. Birds singing, blackbird and song thrush giving it all they got. I watch the robins busy round my feet. I have to be carful I don`t tread on them. It always amazes me just what they find. A little wren busy gathering bits of grass and moss, I often wonder just how these very small birds can carry such big bits. The bird it self only weighs less than a postage stamp. I have thinned out our bamboo clumps, now they can sway in the breeze, Weeding and clearing dead wood up the stream, so the water can flow with nice ripples, That gentle sound of a splash over pebble`s is so relaxing to listen too. Squirrels very active, Chasing each other, round and round the trees they go, playing hide and seek or catch me if you can. Just before daylight I heard the screeching call of a fox, vixen being chased by the dog. Nature is a gift, the most wonderful thing Man can have. I`m so pleased I was born a country lad. I just can`t imagine being stuck in a city at the top of some high rise block. Although I live in London for a period back in the sixties. Living in a flat on The Isle of Dogs, yes, Roffey house in Roffey street. Mind you, I did find space. In the evening and sometimes on a Sunday, we would walk down to where the Foot tunnel run under the Thames. You could go down in a lift or take the spiral staircase down to were you would start the walk. At first it seemed a long walk, but I soon got used to it. Doing the walk so often. It came out on the Greenwich side along by The Cutty Sark. My favourite museum, of Maritime history. And the park, our place to go on a sunny day, It was restful, but there was still that drone of city noise, hussle and bussle never stpped, 24/7. A very sad thing happened on one of our trips across through the tunnel. We had been in Greenwich, most of the day, Come evening we wanted to get back before it got dark. So got to the tunnel, down the stairs and started our walk, First it`s down hill remember you are walking under the River Thames. I could see people in front further down fro us, They were stepping over something laying on the floor stretched across the path. On getting closer I couls see it was a person. But it was a shock, when we were there , to see it was some old man in rags laying dead. There was nothing we could do for him. So when we got to the lift out. We informed the lift attendant. He just shrugged his shoulders and said," O yes, someone else mentioned that, I`ll report it later." I did not know how to reply. London is a very busy place, yet with so many people it can be the loneliest and most unwelcoming place in the world. My stay there is full of memories, sad, bad and good. But the countryside was calling so one evening we hitch hiked back home to Chepstow. First we got out to White city. And the very first thing that stopped was an empty coach, On pulling up I could not believe our luck. The Driver opened the door and shouted were are you off to." Wales, Chepstow is were we are heading." Your in Luck", I`m off to Cardiff and I pass right through there." It was long before the M4 motorway and the Severn crossings. Home, I have been back and fore to London Many time since, But always knowing It was not going to ever be for a long stay. So today i`ll be back in the garden. You enjoy your day too.