Three beautiful things most days.
1. A coffee, a brownie and a structural edit loaded on to my Kindle.
2. Passing a greengrocer. Victoria plums AND Kentish cobnuts.
3. We come to the station just as my mother's train pulls in.
1. In the scrape, a robin balances on the broken clay at the water's edge. 2. There is a friendly feel to the lower cricket ground today...
