Talking to you and forgetting I was timing an egg.
A good long ride on a chilly morning.
A felled tree, skittish leaves, different light and groundedness.
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Presentation submitted and green waste out at last!
Snow on the mountain and the adventures of a Portuguese tart
Slippery jack barley risotto and a fishmonger’s altercation with the library.
A moving moment at the Lansdowne Cafe.
A welcome parcel from Manningtree on a chilly day.
Aah, the luxury of cold water in the kitchen!
Market, Eight Hour Day, Mother’s Day and Childlessness.
Louise Ann Wilson’s walk