This morning the sun rose over the misty valley. It was so perfect a morning I went out with my camera in my dressing gown and slippers.
I didn't walk on the grass, heavy with dew.
The house shone in the sun.
The kitchen garden glowed.
I wanted to get dressed and walk out into the view but there was a birthday cake to make for my much loved father in law's ninety second birthday. What a morning to be alive in. What a place to live in. What a day.