This morning, before I work, all I can offer is escapism.  Seems the best thing on offer in light of the news.  And okay, so it’s my utopia; but you’re welcome in it.

This Valley

This valley, in the sunshine. A horse chestnut with a splitting trunk and pink blossom; like candles.

The houses by the sea have quiet spaces; somewhere to live, read or write.

There’s a hearth for the winter in the pub, a poet or two, music.

Here there are lots of people, some stay, some are passing through; all of them share. There are friends and family, love and affection.

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