Three beautiful things most days.
1. The van driver who flashes his lights and slows his approach so I can cross the road.
2. A nuthatch, in grey jacket and scarlet cap, comes round the the trunk of the next lime tree.
3. There are warm scones with jam and cream for tea.
1. The rain comes down in rushing spate, drowning downpipes and running in fans over the asphalt. Next time I look up, the sun is out, water...
