Three beautiful things most days.
1. The soft racket of the news stories about the nation mourning the Queen.
2. The postman hands me a rigid envelope. Certificate?
3. I threw a frozen lump of elderflower syrup into the pan of fruit. Over ice cream, it tastes of early summer.
1. This week's grapes are particularly good -- a little hard so they burst well, and then both sweet and sharp. 2. Before Nick comes up...
