Quail chicks.

Spain won (1-0)  the World Cup final against a brutish Argentinian team in a match that managed to be both bad tempered and boring in equal measure. In a sign of the times the Spanish fans booed the American President when he awarded the trophy. As he'd called the Spanish 'Bad people' at the last NATO summit this unsporting reaction was not altogether surprising. This morning the lady who cleans the village hall is already hard at work with a can of Pledge and a feather duster. She will be pleased that football, is for now, over. Later today the village teenagers will come to take down the bedsheet that's served as a screen for the last five weeks.

In the UK we are due to see yet another  Prime Minister ( remarkably our fifth in four years ) make his way to Buckingham Palace to be appointed by the King. No one knows much about the new man so judgement, for the moment, is suspended.

Out here on the coast a hundred or so crows landed on the roof at 5:21 am this morning. They stomped noisily around and then crawed loudly in unison. For the last week or so the crows have been congregating into flocks that line the old stone walls. Sometimes the flocks join together into large bands of around 500 and at others they head off in different directions. We can think of no rational explanation for this strange behaviour. We do however hope they won't congregate on our roof again. The noise they make is outlandish.

In town the scaffolding that blocked off the town fountain has been taken down. The restored stone work looks very grand. No one seems to know when it will be turned on. Presumably there will be some form of civic ceremony ? 

This morning there's a breeze brisk enough to have the flag on the town hall dancing.

There are two Episcopal churches in town. One is very fancy. The other a busy little place much loved by smiley ladies in broad brimmed hats and retired gentlemen in blazers. As we pass we observe that the notice board has been repainted in a rather jazzy red.

The quail that have been nesting amidst the rhubarb plants in the farmers garden have multiplied. Our journey back along the farm track is slowed by the appearance of a dozen or so quail chicks ahead of us. It can be said that quail aren't the smartest of birds. Instead of heading into the safety of the wild roses that line the verges they opt to scurry down the middle of the track. We follow along behind in the car at a stately 2 mph.

You know life is quiet when the highlight of your day is a traffic tailback caused by  quail chicks.

El Nino :https://www.theclimatebrink.com/p/the-strongest-el-nino-ever

Andrew Garfields simple ploughmans accent sounds Australian in this story about the Black Death, taxes and Richard II :https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZVkrhHebz1Q

There is a certain skill set to talking seriously while hiking. Much of what he says is on the button :https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v9jD_EmzoAw

An American golfer reports on dancing in the streets of Aberdeen :https://www.agcc.co.uk/news-article/trump-claims-aberdonians-dancing-in-streets-amid-conflicting-reports-on-burnham-north-sea-position