The beautiful river Wye in Ross. On Wye.
Steel drums in the park
The front cover of our old year book.
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Making a baby blanket and listening to a podcast.
Crackers from my childhood. I forgot how delicious they are.
Grand Designs. We live Kev.
A day with the cousins.
The walk through the woods to the pub.
Discovering some facts about my childhood that I hadn’t realised. Like the fact that the reason we came back to the same house was because we owned it. Makes sense.
Three little things 