Well, ok, it may not be the first, but it's the first that's reached my consciousness. Two thirds of the way up; silhouetted against the wall of the house behind ... We could all pretend that we're in Andalucia, but no - it's our usual morning circuit, where the pleasures, in fact, are to be found in the tiny daily changes of plants, property that's for sale; property that might be coming on the market; contractors who are painting or putting in new doors or mending sewer pipes, or, indeed, making wholesale horticultural alterations - beds of new lavender plants - that surely signal a realtor's board is about three weeks off.
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