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A delicious Bakewell pudding from Bakewell

The textile museum

A walk along the river


Blighty brunch with the core besties. That iced coffee saved me.

Some train texts on the way to Fam Camp.

Sitting around the fire with my family, wearing my walking boots and chatting to some family members that don’t normally get the chance to speak. And singing about bananas and big fat ponies.

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‘You should never shoehorn things into a vagina’
A delicious lunch at Ross-On-Wye
Learning some Dutch. Ik ben een vrouw.

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Walking over the Malvern hills
Volleyball as the sun sets
Sitting round the fire, under the stars, with my cousins. Talking about vaginas, nipples and tit tape.

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Sunbathing
Kayaking
And a babe of a beer with the close knits when Han arrived.

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The beautiful Fam Camp campsite, with three lakes, amazing wooden huts and all the sun.
Cousin Sophie.
Going to buy a camping heron with Ben.

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The goat kneeling on its elbows to eat.
Fam Camp. Seeing all the family again.
Singing songs around the beach campfire.