Crisp, cool and exhilarating, the delights of dawdling, and remembering my mother’s hands.
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Welcome rain and thriving asparagus.

Walking on Knocklofty at the end of the day.

Cycling alongside the rivulet amongst willows and forget-me-nots.
Walking along the rivulet, enjoying the spring, and thinking about Lost Words.

Unexpected sunshine, market, bellringers and afternoon tea.
A mercurial day of minor disasters and great kindnesses.

Energised by a cool day, wishing I could watch The Lehman Trilogy, and ending up with rather less hair than expected.
(The other side of the river)
Listening to Judith Kerr and Matthew Kneale on A Good Read, and enjoying a Sunday after feeling a bit low yesterday.
I did it!