Sunday.
Here's the opening scene from Macbeth:

ACT I
SCENE I. A desert place.

Thunder and lightning. Enter three Witches

First Witch
When shall we three meet again
In thunder, lightning, or in rain?

Second Witch
When the hurlyburly's done,
When the battle's lost and won.

Third Witch
That will be ere the set of sun.

.... Exeunt. Which they did after drinking wine. Admittedly they brought their own and some lovely, smelly cheese and French bread.

Monday.
First day of freedom and an unexpected, uninvited and remarkably well-hung visitor. No idea where he wandered in from. I'm pretty sure the next door neighbours haven't any livestock but I'll ask them later. I guess he could have just wandered down off the hills, in which case he's very welcome to return. Rather cute but maybe that's a reflection that I've been out of contact with humans for too long.

Here's a random set of shots taken over the past few days. The very last one is taken from the north end of the lake. The house is right in the very centre. It was a little overcast and very windy so there's some camera shake and, even though the shutter speed was fast, the distance of the shot means the house is not absolutely sharp. I'll do another one on a really clear blue and still day.