I absolutely, without doubt, love Mondays.
Monday is an early-morning sunrise that peeks over the top of a nearby mountain. A cool breeze from the upper end of the valley flows alongside a trickling river full of rainbow trout. The woodsy smell of smoke from a nearby chimney hints that someone inside is cooking eggs, bacon and biscuits – and if they’re not, they should be.
Monday, for me, is a new b…