
Up with the larks, finding myself in my inbox, and thinking about Amor Towles’ A Gentleman in Moscow.
Yesterday’s early music trio Sequenza.
Some very excited frogs, and preparing for an early night so that I am ready for the pre-dawn National Archives discussion, Deadly Doubles.
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.