A train ride for work offers a delicious moment of crocheting in a
glass box surrounded by the hills and fields, villages and towns that
make this country the single most beautiful place I have ever lived.
Stolen glimpses of a deer, a buzzard, a wild field margin gives me a
small bit of hope that Ellis will know some of the rich diversity of
natural heritage that helps make this place what it is. Strangely, little crochet happens.