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. I'm up in the small hours making a hot water bottle. While I wait for the kettle to boil, I lift the blind and see a fat moon and a s...
