It was a gentle day. I spent it with the children in the company of friends.
We walked there. As we did that, we passed a magnolia tree in a garden that used to be a regular stop. All that has changed.
I was struck by its splendour. And by the rip in that fabric that is so clear, every day.
Subsequently, I was also very grateful. It’s not always easy, but we did stick it out.
What did you stick out? Or what should you have stuck out, in retrospect?