Bloop… bloop… bloop, the elderflower wine, now racked off into a demijohn, and the yeast's gaseous productivity bubbling up through the airlock with the soothing regularity of a grandfather clock.
Roe deer on the wood margins, in Summer's chestnut coat keep their inquisitive distance, as I progress along the path through the trees. Curiosity and caution caught in tension.
Whouzzzz - in a whirl of wings, a pair of partridges burst from the ground cover only a few feet away, as they decide I'm just too close for comfort. Had they stayed still, I'd have passed by none the wiser. Unlike the squawky, flappy pheasants that head straight for the sky, these fast and furious little birds skim away in a frantic buzz just above the undergrowth.