1. The may blossom has been hanging heavy on the hawthorns for a few days, but I have been too polite to mention it before the actual month. It has a strong smell that is faintly fishy: not something I'd like indoors; but out on my walk I love to see the tiny rose-like blossoms and the tight white dots of the flowers to come.
2. There are a lot of deer droppings on the paths -- strange to think of so large an animal stepping between the parked cars, grazing on the cricket pitch then melting away into the woods when people start their commutes.
3. The man cleaning the glass between the sanctuary and the church café pauses to point us up the stairs to the polling station in the hall.
