This morning we dropped by Bovey Tracey for the Nourish Festival. Listened to a couple of numbers from jazz singer Annika Skoogh, before returning home with a brace of partridge and sack of wild rabbits – the season opened Tuesday.
The bats have decided to vacate the loft and sleep downstairs this week, turning up in whichever room takes their fancy. I’m told bats are like gifted jazz musicians. Not sure about the foul smells.