I heard and recognised a song thrush.
Misty morning.
I was Yammer post of the week 🤣
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The mist clearing as we drove, revealing the mountains in beautiful sunshine.
Then the mist clearing as we walked, turning the weather into warm, blue and not at all like January.
The cute old bridge and the stone path leading away from it.
The strange rainbow cloud.
The misty morning. It wasn’t even cold. Just beautiful.
The quiet walk around the lake. With mossy photo shoots.
Han farting.
Misty morning walk with the sun shining.
Fred popping bubbles.
Wearing Dad’s jumper.
A bath shower in the beautiful bathroom with the huge tub and the mirror wall.
A misty walk along the coast.
Church Cove. Sitting in the sheltered bit, watching the sea and the family playing. So peaceful.
Plus the incredible cream tea with the world’s best scone and the nicest possible owners in their adorable front room cafe.
And a little text from James, finally.
Misty fields early in the morning on the way to the airport. Which took me to…
Malaga! I spent the rest of the day wandering around the old town, listening to opera singers in the street, siesta-ing in my cutesie hostel, eating tapas and looking at Picasso’s.
The nice waiters at the vegetarian restaurant. It feels way less hassley here than I expected.
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.
The Skip Gardens
Espresso Martinis
The misty weather hiding the tops of the buildings this morning.
Three little things 