Each had always possessed its own quiet beauty. Somewhere along the way, through years of use, weather and gentle care, something else had appeared. Time had not diminished them. It had quietly bestowed upon them an elegance they could never have possessed when they were new.

By the time the weekend arrives, it's easy to feel as though we should make the most of it. There's always another café to try. Another exhibition to see. Another picturesque street to wander through. We collect lists of places worth visiting, hoping that somewhere among them we'll find the evening we're looking for. And I enjoy those days as much as anyone. But every now and then, I find myself choosing a different destination. Instead of putting on my shoes, I make a cup of