!  Driving to Falmouth this morning I saw , on my favourite tree, just through Lanner, a beautiful buzzard. There being no other cars around, I was able to slow down and have a good look. What a creature!

2  On the same drive I went past the open gate to a whole field of golden daffodils and then began to realise that several fields in the distance were also yellow with daffodils in flower. That made me smile.

3  In my meeting with Humanist friends where we were finalising the social and meeting programmes for the year, someone mentioned Henry David Thoreau’s words about marching to the beat of a different drum.

“If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music which he hears, however measured or far away.”