It’s a beautiful sunny day here in Regency. Yes, I did go home and I’ll be here for a few days.
Charles’ Estate is looking grand.
The white swans are still behaving stuck up–still need to ask Saphora about those three.
The old Duke Deverow, the black swan, waddles about with sad eyes filled with regret. The Coscoroba swan, old Count Paddington, struts about as if he is scheming the unthinkable. I can safely say that nothing has changed at the lake.
The most amazing thing to me is Wordsworth’s hump. Today it seems the smallest it’s ever been and his eyes sparkle, holding a secret I’d love to discover.
Well, that’s all I have time for, Charles and I are going for a stroll in the garden and later might take a carriage ride to inspect the fields.