I never thought watching birds would be so transcendant. Rilke talks of the way birdsong affects the heart making walls of self dissappear. Watching them through those little binoculars has the same effect. World gone, problems gone, total focuss on unselfconscoius beauty. Lovely. Also, I drank wonderful champaign. This was a treat, my partner said it was like drinking an oak tree. Full of lightness and substance. I said that wine is a communication from the soul of the earth, it is a communication of the love of quality and nature. To drink and not become drunk with it is the joy.