Three beautiful things most days.
1. The reflection of a flying bird on a wet slate roof.
2. The weight of rain turns the silvery sides of leaves uppermost.
3. Once, a while ago, someone planted wallflowers along the hedge bottom on this road.
1. Taking off my drenched trainers and socks. 2. I am not too thorough with the spatula, and once the pudding is in the oven, there's a ...
