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At the close of the day, our nearest neighbour (on the bottom part of the Land, and, like the others, he doesn't actually live there, but where he has land and a building) herds his flock to the field next to ours; the air is filled with the sound of their bells.

Spent the day packing up and moving a fair bit of stuff, including a sideboard the priest has given us. 

The skies have been grey, but not a drop of rain until just now, and that was only a sprinkle... we live in hope.