Enchantress

I spotted her in the next coach on the train from London's Liverpool Street. Dressed in a frilled frock of innocent pink, she was held up to the window by her grandmama and gazed with infant wonder at the passing view. It was such a joy to watch her.

They left the train at Colchester in a happy, chattery flurry. The sun went behind a cloud and a feeling of fun went with them.

The words of a song came to mind...You?re beautiful, you're beautiful, and I'll never see you again.

(PS Hi to all you wonderful blippers...I've missed you.
Haven't been able to blip since this date. I'm looking forward to seeing all your fab photies as soon as I can catch up.)