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. The crack of pumpkin rind as I bring the knife round the lantern lid. 2. Now they've been pointed out to me, everywhere I go, I see t...
