I feel a little as if I have lost something precious. Perhaps I need to tie up a loaf of bread in a spotted hanker-chief, sling it on the end of a stick over my shoulder, and set out on a quest to find it. I would also need a warm woollen cloak with a hood, and a song to sing. You can't go on a quest without a song to sing as you tramp the by-ways. And the cloak of course, to curl up in at night under the stars.
This is my 100th blog post. Thank you to all who have wandered by, and stayed to hear my stories and see the things I've made, and left behind such wise words of support and encouragement. It has been wonderful. There will be more to come.