Eureka!! Sudden leap forward into new part of book; its being wanted or not wanted much less important in this moment than wondrous escape from block. (Thought of developing it on paper less happy.) Peaceful morning on own apart from odd incursion by Handsome from Blackburn, once with new wine brought round by neighbour. Far more and more vocal birds than before as well of butterflies because of flowers etc; (new versions of which flowers I keep finding and marvelling over.) Figs burgeoning. Pigs gratting from across the land because of having been fed. Cat gratting because not yet fed. Mood swings up up up.