Three beautiful things most days.
1. The soft racket of the news stories about the nation mourning the Queen.
2. The postman hands me a rigid envelope. Certificate?
3. I threw a frozen lump of elderflower syrup into the pan of fruit. Over ice cream, it tastes of early summer.
1. We've had fun and a good rest in Margate, but now it's time to leave, we're glad to turn our faces towards home. 2. Catching ...
