You know, there is something about sitting cross legged in the sand, rustling your home made cheese and pickle sandwich (on thick sliced rye), out of its brown paper bag and then opening a thermos of coffee and noticing the steam rise and feeling the warm sun (not summer hot, just autumn nudgeingly warm) on your skin and listening to the magpies garbling and the paper rustling and not having anything to do or anywhere to be…..there is something about all that, that makes you notice the small ones.

Have you seen the small ones lately?