How privileged I am to live here. Almost very time I step outside, I thank God for the beauty of this little island.
This morning I ran the dog to the beach: two fields, a lane and a handful of houses away.
A huge flock of starlings flew off and over the coastal path as we approached, in a sudden swoop, synchronised as one.
A dozen oyster catchers flew further down the shore, squeaking in annoyance, as the dog rushed in abandon into the waves.
A few turnstones were doing what they do best: hobbling among the seaweed, poking for edible morsels, oblivious to their neighbours.
A kestrel dived, then hovered, eyes intent on a tiny creature hidden in the grass.
What a gift to start my day!