The snow’s all gone now. Four tiny degrees (the buttoning of a meteorological cardigan) and we’re back to watery grey and green, plough lines and mud. It’s making me think about all the small things and their big consequences. You know – the lines that create a novel, the chocolates resisted and the pennies not […]
Things only sparkle when you keep moving
I love a bit of cold – proper biting, crispy cold. And it was like that for a few days. Real winter, chilly enough to let you know when spring arrives. Like it used to be. These days – cut-price, commercial, modern days – nothing much changes. Year-round it’s damp breezes and grime. And padding along […]