Hedge cutting today, a bit of bill paying and recovery from a late and most civilised dinner on a terrace in a nearby village where most of the people had been born within a stone’s throw of me. It remains a bizarrely small world. The darkness was enlivened by some rather jolly whistles from some distance off that none of us could identify but was confirmed to be in E flat. A bit of web work this morning identified a Scops Owl. I thought I heard most bird noises from the direction of the chateau but this one was new.