A leaf out of Barrett Bonden's book is this classic Le Creuset cast iron casserole, exhibited here for its resilient technology and functional beauty. Two leaves in fact. When I use it yesterday in the preparation of some end of season partridges, I think to myself: I've always had this casserole, or so it seems. And then I remember that it is a wedding present from friends, who must pass here as Mr and Mrs Barrett Bonden, no less. It is a long time ago, and my memory may be playing up, but I'm 99 per cent sure that this is the case. If I am wrong, doubtless BB will put me right.
In the window of a charity shop is a book of photographs of World War II. Faces of Londoners in a London Street are the same faces that you might see today, only their clothes and hair styles are different. Spotting similarities with the present day down the ages is often a moving experience, making you think of the persistence of the human race and the odd strains of consistency which it manages to show.
It must be a year since I was last commenting on daffodil buds and their imminent flowering. Today, in some sheltered gardens, there are already daffodils in flower.