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. 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 ...
