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. Love to catch sight of our children running in and out of the soft play frame. 2. He falls to his knees in a slide across the floor to ex...
