Musings from The Malt House

From the Gods, Mother Nature looks down on the scene set before her. On the horizon, sunshine footlights throw golden light across the stage. A solitary black cloud draws across the scene, its curtain of rain drawing back to reveal todays set, refreshed and new. A wedge of geese cross the stage, honking their lines loud and clear, then exit stage left. Kestrel hovers effortlessly in the morning air, keen eyes waiting for her cue. The scene is set, act two begins – play your part and “break a leg” folks!