After an early morning visit to a Tesco somewhere in Bracknell, and a return home for a leisurely breakfast, Emma and I headed out for a long, leisurely walk in Burnham Beeches. With gorgeous blue skies, it was the perfect winterâs day. Reflections proved to be a recurring them, for the water was so still, and the reflections so clear that they could be windows into another day; pockets of water amongst tufty grass, where you could kneel down beside them, lean close over the edge and see, not your own reflection, but another person from another world looking back.
In the afternoon, whilst Emma had a little snooze and watched the birds in the field opposite, I worked on my novel, making changes to the master file, revisions that I had worked on weekâs ago. I am so far behind.
For dinner, Emma cooked her speciality Vietnamese spring rolls and a stirfry. Delicious. 🙂 And then we snuggled up on the sofa and watched some of Children of Green Knowe and The Box of Delights. A perfect end to a perfect day, and proof that simple pleasures can be the best and the most romantic.
