Bliss.
There is nothing quite like standing outside in your garden at dusk, breathing in deeply and being assaulted by the scents of plants like the Phildephus. It is just coming out at the moment and wafts hit me wherever I am. Last night I actually remembered to lock up before going to bed and was almost intoxicated by it.
That makes reaction times slower when you duck as the bats zoom past - its lovely to have them around again. I keep meaning to put up a bat box somewhere in the garden, perhaps this year I will actually get around to it. Meanwhile I shall exercise my lungs, take out a glass of wine to add to the sensory pleasures and in 10 reports time, a book as well.