Adagio Days - Amelia Fielden - Bog

Early mornings, there's a busy twittering, singing, squawking from all sorts of birds as they start their day. Late at night, I hear the sighing of the surf and thumping of the waves on Coniston Beach in the middle distance, and frogs kero-kero-ing in the garden ponds. In between, are my adagio days.