Golden day

Thanks to all of the beautiful sentiments posted to me here in the booth, (scones, jam & clotted cream, gin & tonic, earl grey, dark chocolate, great novels, photos, sweets, paper lanterns, postcards, Valentines! and long, newsy letters)  I've spent my days wallowing and walking,  feeling thoroughly looked after. My heartfelt thanks to you in catering for all my wants and needs so knowingly. Today has been a good day. I bought a book called 'The Trail of the Sandhill Stag', published in 1899, upon opening the brittle cream pages, the first lines state, 'To the Reader: These are the best days of my life. These are my golden days.' The naturalist Ernest Thompson Seton was having a good day too.