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. I open the front door to take a parcel and am surprised by wet snow falling in rags and tufts. 2. A badger has given the edges of the pat...
