It's snowing. You wouldn't think there are lots of kinds of snow but there are. For example, there are the big fat fluffy flakes that drift and float, silently smiling as they gently cover the world in a soft sparkling blanket. They are friendly. Happy. Cheerful little kids seeking playmates. That kind of snow warms your heart and makes you want to daydream by a fire with a cup of cocoa.
For Clare Morpurgo, who set up the educational charity Farms for City Children in 1976 with her husband Michael, the acclaimed children's author, the memories that have informed her life's work stem from the village of Iddesleigh in West Devon.
If I was on benefits, I'd have a bowl bulging with fruits from my loins and a free nest, for my troubles. Likewise, if I was a double-barrled posho, I'd have Jaspers and Hermiones coming out of every orifice, before you could say "sun-blushed tomato." We middling types pay their taxes and remain sprogless.