The duckpond, its inhabitants currently catching up on their sleep, while the yellow weaver birds continue nest building at a frenzied pace.
One of the colourful inhabitants of the pond taking advantage of the empty space.
Fresh flowers picked from the garden by the staff adorn the various statues and fill the vases in the guest cottages each day.
It's difficult to resist another picture of those scintillating geraniums.
To my mind pea hens always look rather distrait, like society hostesses not sure of the guests' names.
This is Picasso, an early morning visitor each day, who jumps over the open stable door of the cottage and shares coffee and rusks. Breakfast completed, he then settles down for the first of many naps of the day. Although we felt extremely honoured on the first morning, we gathered that he had his rounds each day and visted at least two or three other cottages. Not such an honour after all.