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Going lambing! I was so excited. And by far the oldest child with their parents on the farm.

The smell of my haircut. 

Wine, wine, olives, wine, kissing.


This teeny tiny organic farm shop. I think it’s roadside sign was bigger than the shop. Super cute.
W pushing me uphill on the last part of the walk. He pushed my hips so I could lean back and basically walk as if it was flat ground.
The ridiculous farm vehicle we passed on the road. It was tall enough and wide enough for a small car to drive under it.