Three beautiful things most days.
1. We get up at around dawn in these short days, and so I catch the sky turning pink.
2. The beaten path that goes up the bank and round the muddy place on the track.
3. Caraway seeds in my coleslaw.
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...
