Yesterday I was reading an interview with Miranda Hart, and she was talking about crying , except she summed it up better than I did the other day .She said “I’ll cry at Britain’s Got talent. I do love to cry. I’ll cry at the drop of a hat. I’ll cry at your basic television programme, let alone a weepie.But not big, heavy serious crying. I haven’t done that for a while, which is a relief.More like a little welling up of joy”.
This afternoon, I had a (little) , heavy ,serious weep today in Kew Gardens at the spot where Rosie and I fell in love with our favoured Henry Moore sculpture ,’Mother and Child’ ..the one with the little heads, that was positioned in front of the palmhouse.We loved the nobblyness and the naive beauty of it.