They came, they played with the kittens, chased the hens, picked the last of the apples and raked up our fallen leaves, oogled at our bonfire and strained to stay awake for the fireworks, built sandcastles in the wind on the beach, and then they went. And the house was very quiet all the rest of yesterday.


This is not my doll, but one we found in the loft a few months ago, when we moved here. She was simply the best present a little girl could get, when I was small. Obviously loved very much, someone had put her away in the loft in a box of children's old things - because she might be useful one day...and forgot about her when they moved away. I rather suspect they have missed her by now - I don't know who they are or where they have gone - but Tiny Tears made a little girl very happy yesterday.