Three beautiful things most days.
1. My walks are turning into runs.
2. A wiry orange dog with a whiskery face glances at my as a I pass.
3. Bettany and I eat supper on a sheltered terrace with the river slipping by below us and the rain falling outside.
1. The cosy sound of bad weather thrashing and beating the walls. 2. I've got time and space and bandwidth to play with the layout of my...
