The term 'magic' is often over used in this context but it fits the house of Olive and Billy. No need to repeat the thoughts already recorded here. My thoughts. Swallows darting in and out of the farm buildings. Calves lowing at feeding time. The waves on the foreshore lulling me to sleep. Moving my chair to sheltered spots in the yard to mop up another hour of sun and complete another chapter of my book. Picking semi-precious stones on the beach at sun-up. This house oozes peace.