1. It's our eleventh wedding anniversary this weekend. We take some time to flip through our wedding photos. As always I am struck by how many people wished us well as we set out on married life. The children stare at the faces of people now gone; and Bettany tells a version of me living a day four years before she was born that I should have left more room on the bench for Nick.
2. The bright red and yellow shoots of pollarded willows.
3. We spoon the rest of the clotted cream on to our apple crumble.