It might sound like a cliche, but there genuinely are some days when one is glad to be alive. Today feels like one of them.
I’m high in the Chiltern Hills, a mug of tea by my side and a paper in my lap. If I look up from it I can see the hills rolling away to Henley and beyond, framed by a deep, bright blue sky and the welcome re-emergence of butterflies seizing an unexpectedly warm breeze. The dog doesn’t much like the heat but she looks as relaxed as I feel, spread out on the shady lawn. Earlier I spent half an hour walking the fields, and another half casually photographing birds opportunistically feasting on grain from the terrace. It’s a sleepy kind of a day, and it’s rather wonderful.