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Watching the green and yellow fields whizz by on the train back to London.

Finally went into the gym. It wasn’t as scary as I thought it would be. Probably because Friday night is not when the biggest gym kids go there…

Taking time afterwards to just sit in the changing room, cooling down and answering messages slowly. No rushing for me today.

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Lunch in the garden in the sun. Just like we always used to.

Going shopping for the Period Party. Dad rummaging in a basket of stamps to find a V stamp to use as entrance stamp. I love my dad.

A sunny walk around the river and going into the charity shop. Walking out with a sick new shirt. Thanks dad. 😘


The misty walk through the beautiful New Forest. Just being back there makes me feel calm and grounded. 

A three hour lunch at The Pig. So delicious. So beautiful. So fun. All the food and all the giggles with the Fems.

Wild ponies in the misty moors.

Double hot tub with prosecco. Second time around was naked hot tub.

The pub with some home friends.

Walking home through the misty, pitch black back roads. 

A hot chocolate before bed.

Oh, what a lovely lovely day.

Kicking through the leaves.

Petting some sheep.

Watching mum and dad jiving in the kitchen.

Slept in until 12. Oh, sweet sweet sleep.

Going in the hot tub, in the sunny garden with the birds tweeting. And the beautiful smelling air. Then having breakfast at lunch time at the bottom.of the garden.

Dinner at Ben and Hannah’s. Lolz and the amazing shed. I love going to see them.


Mums talcum powder

Walking to the next village, singing loudly in the sun. I never get to sing out loud anymore.

Purple potatoes from Abel and Cole. They made the water turn blue.

A walk along the river.

Lighting a fire. Kind of badly it turns out. And smelling that fresh countryside air in the evening. I love it so much.


The photos from last night. So many lols. Such a fun evening.

Being back home in the countryside with my parents

‘Always!’

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This. I wish it was for sale.
The first person over the Clifton Suspension Bridge was a woman who ‘picked up her skirts’ and raced off, beating a man across by a few yards.
Being outside and walking through bright green, breathing fresh air and seeing fallen blossom.