My first thought was that the nuclear reactor at nearby Chinon had finally
gone on the blink.
My second thought was what, besides the furry ones, my sewing and a corkscrew,
should I take down into the cave to sit it out until the men in bio-hazard suits arrived with
their geiger counters to assess the situation.
And then my final thought was - starlings!
It's murmuration season once more and the sky behind Chateau Long Dog
was full of them this morning all wheeling and turning
over the fields in the early light.
Magic - carry on squadron leader!