It's about 5.45pm and I'm having my first glass of wine of the day beneath the shade of my flowering Quince tree.
It's warm, but slightly overcast, and I've put-in a full day's work. I'm really quite tired, and my back is giving me jip.
The sun is shining, Bok is relaxing, and Richard is pecking at a few laying pellets that I've thrown down for her in the grass.
It's reasonably quiet, but I can hear someone mowing in the distance to the right, and some distant chainsawing to the left. I can also hear a pair of cuckoos calling to each other across the valley.
In my own terms it's an almost perfect evening. I've already prepared tonight's supper (couscous with a chicken tagine) so I can relax with impunity.
A strange thought goes through my mind; if it was all to end NOW, I really wouldn't mind. This is probably as good as it gets, and I could greet the soil that awaits me with true contentment.
Tomorrow I shall feel differently (I know). More work, more backache, more evenings spent beneath the shade of the flower-covered Quince, more thoughts about immortality .
So cheers; I shall drink to our collective health and longevity. May days like this continue to greet us all. Take life in short bursts.