Three beautiful things most days.
1. Sinking a chocolate digestive biscuit into my coffee.
2. My hardboiled eggs have come out perfect -- yolks deep yellow.
3. Where I have to stand waiting, there is a rill beside the road and so all I can hear is sound of running water.
1. There are drifts of mauve heather blossom here and there on the common where the trees have been cleared to open up heathland. 2. I rathe...
