It may sound somewhat obvious, but it was not until I sat in our warehouse in Swansea this afternoon, cloistered at my old desk, signing books for customers, that I paused for a short moment, looked up and realised how quiet it was there, how calm. None of the frenetic energy of London. Just good people going about their day, their life.
And then back here to home (this is the view from our bedroom window) and it is quieter still. The early sun has given way to greying skies, subtle fine rain on and off and a bleakish, but soft, spring wind.