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. There is pink grapefruit juice at breakfast, which no one likes apart from me. 2. Sunday afternoon, and there's musicians sitting in ...
