P went for a two hour run over the fells and I sat out on the garden bench enjoying a blissfully peaceful interlude.
There was no traffic noise or people passing by. All I could hear were the various tweets from all the garden birds calling to each other and the occasional croaking cry of our local male pheasant.
The odd honey bee from the hives in the field next door lazily mooched about, looking for flowers to investigate.
The two sheep in the field were chatting quietly to each other, although they could just have been suffering from indigestion.
Crab risotto for supper tonight and a glass or two of Mud House.