WINTER, SPRING AND SUMMER THINGS

In the middle of February, I walked through the village, taking a path I've travelled many times, but seeing the new. I think that might be one of my favourite things about life. Finding the seemingly new in the old or familiar. It was an unexpectedly sunny morning, and something shone silver on my left. It looked like a silver foil horse. I crossed the road, and discovered a horse I had never seen before in a field of snowdrops I had never noticed before.

 He was behind bars, which might account for it. He is the Hanover Horse…

I've no idea why he lives there or who planted him there, but this is his view for a few weeks in February…

Further on, I stopped to greet my precious friend Victoria, who just happened to be outside her front door on her way out to her sewing class. "Come quickly and see my snowdrops and daffodils!" she tempted, so I did…

And later, walking with Angelina and the twins, I looked up and saw this…

All that remained was something of summer, and the phone box provided me with that…

Is there anything more summery than cricket? Well, not for my father anyway…

And the last of the lovely things is this… my Masters dissertation, comb bound and handed in!