Three beautiful things most days.
1. My walks are turning into runs.
2. A wiry orange dog with a whiskery face glances at my as a I pass.
3. Bettany and I eat supper on a sheltered terrace with the river slipping by below us and the rain falling outside.
1. Today, after a few damp days, the common is alive with mushrooms and what I learnt on the fungal foray last week has opened that kingdom ...
