Three beautiful things most days.
1. One of those mornings when coffee is really needed: eventually, there is coffee.
2. It's a mild night: no need to bundle a big coat on top of a big jumper.
3. The smooth movement of a decent fountain pen over good paper.
1. The Common has dried out a lot since I was last out. There is a dusty path beaten smooth across the spot that is still rutted and ridged ...
