The early morning fog and the heavy dew on the grass ushers in the autumn mornings, my favourite time of year. There is nothing better to enjoy my early morning tea on the veranda wearing a wonderful old wool sweater and watch my newts in the pond while listening to the birds sing their morning songs. Soon the cows from across the field chime in and the morning silence is broken. This is when my day begins, I put the croissants in the oven, brew the coffee and lay the breakfast table. The smell of hot pan au chocolates, fresh bread and coffee drift down the sleepy hall, and soon our guest start to stir.

What a great way to start the day and it all started with a tiny song.