The Simplest and the Best.

I was walking up the lane earlier, and as I passed the school a group of young children were being taken by a teacher from the main building to the village hall for a lesson. I watched them as they walked across the open ground and saw a little girl turn and look back at me. She smiled and waved and I waved back.

So, offer me the gift of a new prestige car, or a month in the Maldives with all expenses paid and a thousand pounds in pocket money, or my name in lights and unbounded celebrity, and I’ll take the turn, the wave, and the smile from a little girl every time. Because that sort of fleeting connection is a sprinkle of magic stardust on a dark and wearisome journey.