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. Fluttering on the edge of vision -- a few little brown sparrows touch down in the garden, and then take off again. 2. We suddenly remembe...
