Olympian.

The young sparrows are having flying lessons. A solo leap from the gutters to the Palm in the courtyard. The nervous ones chided into action by their mothers. A trilled ' I'm not going to do it !' '' Oh yes you are ! " dialogue between parents and offspring. At one stage eleven of the young ones enjoying their new found independence amid the palm fronds . The most common place of birds but their thrill for life is Olympian. 

From five in the evening onwards scores of Spanish pilgrims walking along the lane. They alternate between singing melancholic songs and talking loudly. It must be a holiday south of the border. Bob is torn between barking at them and asking them to play a game of 'throw the furry fox'. He settles on a compromise - sitting on his stump seat at the gate with furry fox in his mouth.  

One of those quiet days. Too uneventful for a diary but too quietly memorable to go completely unrecorded.