Wednesday 26th May

Day 37

I’ve just returned from a long walk in heaven with my friend and her little dog. We were enfolded in a pulsing green world, a magical forest of giant trees, ramrod into the sky, sheltering acres of pale bluebells beneath them. We followed a wide red earth path lined with a bridal froth of wild garlic stars. We passed an ancient mossy wall and opened a gate onto a meadow sprayed with buttercups, closing their heads like sea anemones in the fading light. And then stopped to breathe in the view - squares of brown and green fields, cows like a string of chestnuts, heads down, gliding across them. And us talking, talking all the way.

Now the smell of mushrooms frying in garlic is enticing me downstairs. Another kind of heaven.