The ducks skated on an icy pond until their body temperature melted the surface

I looked along Mill Road, searching for Nigel who did not appear for his breakfast. I am trying to remain calm – what will be, will be.

My dearest friend in Sweden sent me this scene from her home. She will spend the day reading as she sits by her woodburner, going outside to feed the horses and walk the dogs.

Wherever you are have a magical day.