' These walls remind me of vanilla slices, the pastry.'
' Mille feulle,' she said.
'Yes, just so.'
Leaves packed tight together, a thousand leaves. You can find the look in the wall as a whole, and in individual slates of limestone that resemble compacted layers of leaves. I like the visual aptness of the simile. And the harsh contrast - nothing like biting into a vanilla slice.
When stonechat are breeding they see off an intruder with loud and persistent calls, flitting from bush to bush until you are well clear of their territory. As I watched the female was constantly flicking her tail and I've caught it in images. Later, she had a beak full of insects for her brood.