Step out in the moonlit night and listen: there's a song floating in the wind. It's sweet and special and ever so romantic. And it's meant just for you. What's not to love?

On a hot summer’s night our farm manager heard a song floating on the breeze, mingled with choirs of crickets and frogs. He followed the rich tenor voice and saw a young man at the workers’ cottages singing outside his beloved’s house. He was mesmerised, until the young lady’s mother unceremoniously dumped a bucket of water over the suitor. Shame.