Yesterday started off just like any other until the post arrived. In it was a letter telling me that a book I had been after for quite some time had eventually turned up at a Bookshop in Hay on Wye. For those of you who haven’t been there, Hay is well worth a visit. Apart from being a beautiful place, it is full of second hand bookshops, the sort of places where I can browse for hours. So Mr Penry gallantly suggested we should travel up and get said book yesterday ‘in case it snows on the weekend.’ Ah, bless him.

It was an amazing day – all told I managed to get THREE books I had been after, so there was clearly some strong magic at work, methinks. We even sampled the toffee cheesecake in the Blue Boar while sitting in front of a roaring fire. Magical.

But you know, most magical of all was that it was a day out for just the two of us. Rolling away the years, I felt about twenty five again. It was lovely. I don’t think love ever lets you grow old….