For winter our girl is tramping through the gardens of her grand old home, as the early morning mist settles on the trees beyond. She wearing the dress she danced in at the party, in Paradise green silk with little pin tucks at the collar bones, with the woolly gloves and gum boots she grabbed in her way out. Is that lipgloss she’s got on? Or plum jam from breakfast?

Under the old tree house she happens on her Chintz velvet opera coat, the one all her friends would kill for. “How on earth did that get there?” she says out loud, though no one but a sparrow in the branches is listening. Good job too! She knows perfectly well how it got there!

About last night...love is in the air.

Sincerely, Clare Press