I have finished Helen Dunmore’s last novel, Birdcage Walk, today and it was as gripping as suggested, a thriller that can’t be put down, especially the last third. I love her poetry too.What a loss to the literary world.
The buds of the creamy white Aquilegia in the bunch that I was given last week have now opened and are very lovely.
From my seat across the kitchen, I noticed the lovely reflection of the satsumas in the work top.
It pleases me that sometimes there is a serendipitous linking between my photos – today the warmth of the golden colours.