Three beautiful things most days.
1. Sinking a chocolate digestive biscuit into my coffee.
2. My hardboiled eggs have come out perfect -- yolks deep yellow.
3. Where I have to stand waiting, there is a rill beside the road and so all I can hear is sound of running water.
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 ...
