We woke up to another fabulous morning here in Cornwall of crisp, sharp shadows cast by the golden slants of sunlight. I paused as I set off to feed the horses before cooking the guests Breakfast this morning to admire the light playing with the angles of the Parterre framed in turn by the back drop of the slowly maturing Fig trees. With the dew still on the grass the garden looked enchanted with the promise of the new day and ....................hold on there's a rabbit eating the fig trees............ah well we wont be serving Figs yet for Breakfast after all!
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