Blackcap

Today, as I sat on my patio sipping a glass of Frascati and nibbling on a Kalamata olive, a Blackcap (You probably know it better as Sylvia atricapilla) sang from the Ash in the corner of the garden.
You know those moments when you feel an intense sensation of something or other? Well, that's how it was with me, and I did, and I realised at moments like this how pathetically easy it is to make me happy. It really doesn't take much.