Three beautiful things most days.
1. There are just two Jaffacakes left, so I have them.
2. The crackling, popping sound of weeds lifting out of gravel.
3. While the kettle boils, to watch bees tumbling in and out of the wisteria.
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 ...
