Nothing much, but it felt good.

Today we walked north. Across the water meadow, over the chalk river, past our village angel, or rather fairy of the north, from the valley to the brow of the hill. We stopped to take in the wonderful view of the rolling Hertfordshire hills.

Passing the Queen Mum’s childhood home, we headed on to her pretty little church. The flowers therein were lovely. Dusk approaching, we headed back down into the valley, hand in hand.

Mrs H hummed continuously ‘In the bleak midwinter’ (Darke version of course). But it wasn’t bleak... or dark. It was sunny... and it was delightful.