and away from the way of the world as it is now. I have said it many times, I am not one like Monty Python to "always look on the bright side of life". That would leave me nothing to grumble about and I do like a good old rant. Yet, even an old grump like me has favourite things. Here are a few of them:
I do love beautiful things, even more than beautiful people. Beautiful people are not always beautiful on the outside.
Books, which look and feel precious.
Sparkling cut glass and delicate china.
Chunky pottery items, bowls and mugs and vases.
The sound of Beethoven.
The scent of lilac blossom and the scent and sight of a spray of mimosa.
Getting dirty digging about in the soil.
Lovely soft natural textures, wool, silk and cool, crisp linen.
Embroidery and tapestry, home crafted.
Good quality writing paper and proper, old-fashioned, fountain pens. Receiving and writing hand written letters.
Thoughtful greetings, thank-you and keeping-in-touch cards.
A hot cup of soup coming back from a long winter walk.
Swimming, gently floating, turning, stretching, then, in a flurry of speed, reach the side of the pool, terra firma, a boat moored in a bay, the bank of a river.
My bed after changing the sheets and straight after a luxurious bath.
Fresh brown bread.
Walking along the seafront in a stiff breeze with the spray foaming up high on the promenade.
I could go on. Something this exercise has taught me: I am not as grumpy as I thought I would be but I do show my age. Fountain pens, indeed. Maybe I'll start a gratitude journal. Many students of human nature and the human psyche recommend doing it during rough times.