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. I spot that he's brought along the copy of Puck of Pook's Hill that I left in his room a month or so ago. 2. Everywhere, there ...
