Daisy meadow dwelling

Is it possible that the simple act of sitting on the grass in a daisy meadow can turn the clock back to childhood? The urge for fingers to reach out towards little flowers and snap them from the ground to twirl between thumb and finger in a hypnotic cycle. Making a daisy chain ought to be a priority for this summer, I'll pop it on my list. In a fit of uncharacteristic optimism for sunny and therefore warm weather I chose my favourite blouse to wear with this fabulous brown tweed skirt, both Joules as it would happen, but even with the addition of my sparkly bronze knit the sharp wind had the upper hand. It was cold. My coat was left in the...