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. Instead of the horrible news on my phone, I have a new Fortean Times to read at breakfast. 2. I'm thinking there is no chance we...
