"come back here you buzzard" I cried but it ignored me. When we were small, mum used to threaten us with being carried away by buzzards and pecked to death; it was worse than daleks in a canine Dr Who. In the far distance is a line of white houses, this is Tamar View just outside Launceston, so it was a very clear day, but the houses now dominate the whole view. Why not paint them green? If our house is anything to go by this is the colour they will become soon anyway.