1. The smell of drying leaves. It's sharp and green and makes me think of satisfying work.
2. We climbed Pulpit Hill. The summit was once an iron age fort. Banks and ditches are all that remain. Ranks of pine trees crowd in on three sides, and giant beech trees shade what must once have been an important centre for a large area. Our historian, Richard, said that these forts were used for storing food rather than for defence. The place feels as if it is waiting for people to come back and use it again.
3. A cream coloured ladybird with orange-brown freckles.
