Just enjoyed the half term holiday with family and having some great days out in spite of the cold weather. Also enjoyed reading one of A A Gill's books and found a particular sentence struck a chord with me ' ... the most precious, elegant object in a free society - a quiet life of small joys'. I guess these images show some of the 'small joys'. Another shed one to add to the folder - a glimpse of the GCs plastic table and chairs stowed away until summer picnics in the garden. But still finding small joys in the winter!