Three beautiful things most days.
1. The radio conjures up Thomas Tallis's Spem in Alium. We lie in the dark and let our day begin late.
2. Our world has become small, swaddled in fog.
3. Pigeon crouched on a warm chimney pot.
1. There are drifts of mauve heather blossom here and there on the common where the trees have been cleared to open up heathland. 2. I rathe...
