It doesn’t have to be the sharp and smooth flint houses on Gashouse Drove.

Or the wedge of swans protecting the young.

Or the heart shaped leaves gliding down from the tall trees.

It could be the glint of the Walkers crisp packet on the side of the road that a young child was too little to put in the bin.

Or wild blackberries waiting to be picked and made into a lovely blackberry pie.

Or a book with the scent of the old library waiting to be returned.

Be inquisitive as a squirrel looking inside a classroom waiting for the children to be free.

Regard how the mundane can become unforgettable

Even the crow sitting on an old branch was thankful for the bird seed.