Sounds brilliant burnhal, I have a favourite spot by the river near me and whenever I go fishing for trout I sit in a little hollow, surrounded by beauty, the shallow waters gushing over slightly protruding rocks, herons wading and ignoring me as if they are saying we will catch more fish than you, kingfishers flashing past, so busy with that beautiful flash of blue as they disappear, then return just as fast, fish jumping and teasing me as if to say come on you got to do better than that matey. the cuckoo in the background along with the woodpecker hammering away aimlessly at a hollow tree, so lucky aren't we to live in peace and at peace with the beauty that surrounds us, and as the sun goes down, the rabbits appear as if they want five minutes play before bedtime, buzzards squaking and arguing the angry crows that think they can drive him away, he ignores them and carrys on gliding round and round in ever increasing circles untill he goes from view, and then goodnight from all, the nightshift now take over.