Sunday, March 16, 2008

In the air, golden box and ground stars.


Almost a year ago, I chatted with John Naish about gratitude, and part of a chapter in his book Enough was the result.

1. The air is warm and has a certain sweet scent to it that suggests Spring might be around the corner.

2. Nick brings a box of chocolates because he thinks I sound unhappy on the phone.

3. We come across a park where tiny daffodils like little yellow stars cover the ground.

Mist, no charge and well met.

1. Mist the colour of skimmed milk fills the Spa valley, drains and then fills it again. Here, the sky is clear blue all the way to the top....