Tuesday, May 22, 2012

Notes, playing and on to the train.

Two links for you today: One is the recent Telegraph feature about the women of Antarctica (including my sister Dr Rosey Grant). The other is Ellen Montelius' portrait of me and Alec that she took as part of  her series on Kent writers, and the accompanying text that she had me read and record.

1. Our dunnock is singing in the elder tree just beyond the wall. You would never imagine that such a drab little bird would scatter such dancing, lilting notes.

2. Alec ducks down behind the climbing frame and then pops up again to say "Boo" to Godfather Timothy.

3. To walk into the station and straight on to our train.

Coffee, right there and advent calendar.

1. The coffee this morning is very tasty. There is no particular reason that we can discern. Perhaps we were just ready for it, and our bisc...