So is it going to be a blog about books? Maybe.
But today I had an afternoon out. Ham House is a cold and gloomy place but its red brick glowed in the setting sun as I was leaving. Walking along the riverbank, I picked a small bunch of muddy snowdrops.
When I got home, the first vase of daffodils had popped open.
But it was far too late to start making chicken stew.