All laden with presents
For you and for me...
My sister always brings good things.
The latest Sally Vickers, to finish reading and leave for me,
(the pink pig on a stick on the shelf behind came in an ice-cream sundae eaten on a terrace in Erquy. My ice-cream had a small but fully functioning paper fan in it, just imagine my bliss...)
and three lacquered Burmese bowls, light and glossy as feathers.
But the real treasures she brings are not to be weighed and measured in Ryanair's hand luggage allowance.
We walked through the woods and by the streams to the Seven Saints chapel,