Whoopee..false alarm. German Actionman coming tomorrow. Granny celebrates by walking dogs round land, putting up now resident pair of hoopoes and a covy (bevy) (flight) (chatter) of local sparrows. Atlantic weather these days with wind from west; clear early, cloud building up, dumping rain, retreating again as sun heats, building up again later. A comfortingly familiar pattern to exile from another Atlantic island. The wide, drifting Atlantic skies ditto. Sometimes, homesick, granny repudiates the landscape out of her writing window across which the sky shifts its light and dark - it's much too subtle to look good in photos or paintings. But she never gets tired of it.