Veryan Day 4 - Lawns

I am sitting in the sun, its warmth on the left of my face and chest. I am pleasantly full, having just finished eating the evening meal. Ahead of me and slightly to the left, the palm leaves are clacking gently in the breeze.  In front of them is a lawn, partly 'ours' and partly the garden for the whole house.  All is quiet except for the clacking of the palms.  Slowly, the bird song rises and becomes the focal sound.  It is drowned out by the drone of a car on the road to my right, beyond the buildings that make up the house.  The drone rises and becomes the dominant sound, then begins to fade.  The car has disturbed a flock of crows in the next field, they scatter into the sky, caw cawing to one another and the world in general, complaining perhaps about the mechanical disturbance. They fill the sound scape and are gone. Clack, clacking is all that is left, the frequency varies with the cooling gusts of breeze that stop the sun becoming too hot, and slowly the bird song begins to fill my ears again.  It subsides, and there is silence, now I perceive other sounds, my own breathing, my own heart beat.  The silence is suddenly obliterated as Jo gets up and goes into the house.  Her footsteps on the wood laminate floor make it creak and crack.  Getting across the floor quietly would challenge a ninja, a cat could not stalk its prey under the table, each movement would send a whole barnful of mice fleeing.  She returns bringing the silence with her, a wagtail walks briefly, silently across the lawn, as the crows return, it disappears.  Caw, caw, they spread out low over the garden and split into three flights.  The middle flight has just two, they head in my direction, the one nearest me turns sharply, to his left and I hear the beat of his wings against the air as he ascends to get over the roof.  They are gone, just warmth and silence are left and the clack clacking of the palm leaves.
A beautiful few minutes of peace after tea to round off a really good day.  We returned from Mevagissey and bought a few extras for tea at Veryan Post Office.  The local Farmhouse cheddar is excellent, a really creamy texture and a good strong farmhouse taste.
Mevagissey is as lovely as ever.  Today Brody has entertained many young children, who have asked to stroke him, some more reluctantly than others.  We bumped into the same little girl three times on our walk around the harbour.  We also took a boat ride out along the coast.  The sea was almost perfectly flat in the harbour,  no change could be detected as we moved out into the bay, but as soon as we left the bay the sea was noticeably rougher - still incredibly calm though.  It was a pleasant little trip.
We arrived at Mevagissey from Trewithen Gardens where the red squirrels are in deep cover, and totally invisible to the human eye.   One day soon they will be released in the south western extremities of Cornwall, but first the greys must be removed.  The gardens are only open from 1 March to 30 June because they specialize in camellias, rhododendrons and magnolias, most of these are pretty uninteresting by July.  There were a few spectacular blooms left, but we wish to return earlier in the season to see the greatest glory of the garden.  In front of the main house is one of the longest greenest lawns I have ever seen, walking on it was like walking on newly laid deep pile carpet. Only a very few daisies, too. It was so lovely I couldn't help thinking of this https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_UyiflpRreo.
Here's that lawn (the one at Trewithin)

and some other favourite pictures of the day:

Jo relaxing in a very comfortable chair, but difficult to get out of.

A friendly visitor, helping with the tidying up.

The bee is camera shy, and continually faced the wrong way.

Brody, tired out by small children stroking him