This week, lush, technicolor veg fills my fridge: the very first asparagus, fine leeks as thin as my little finger, candy-coloured beetroots no bigger than a 50-pence piece, dinky, pencil-thin carrots, fuzzy podded broad beans, dip-dyed breakfast radishes and jersey royals so fresh the skin comes off with the gentlest of strokes from a peeler.
As so often with the gentle, reticent Darwin, his disciples spoke louder than he did.
Being so close to a colony of these beautiful birds, with the gentle lapping of the water being the only other sound, was amazing.
Despite the gut reaction to support and favour the human, it is impossible for any reader not to fall in love with the gentle nature of Wanderer, so fantastically portrayed.
The gentle rustle and sway of tropical vegetation blends with the gentle swoosh of the turquoise tide – Punta Uva is a secluded slice of paradise.
(So why bother with the gentler one?) These are massive improvements, and the sequential turbo system is why.
The bright old day now dawns again; the cry runs through the land, In England there shall be dear bread — in Ireland, sword and brand; And poverty, and ignorance, shall swell the rich and grand, So, rally round the rulers with the gentle iron hand, Of the fine old English Tory days; Hail to the coming time!
For a few heady years in the 70s, planning was radically consultative, centred around the city's 20 or so neighbourhoods, with gentle densification – of the kind being championed by Jane Jacobs in Toronto – the order of the day.
If you're ending the kiss, try to do so with a gentle caress.
