Three beautiful things most days.
1. I look down and there are snowdrops and hellebore and scyllas.
2. The children run off down the parallel path and I am free to walk and listen.
3. The reassuring feeling from knowing that someone who has been in peril is now safe at home.
1. My walk over the park takes me past a blue cupboard full of books, free for anyone to take. 2. This year the hawthorn boughs are bent, we...
