Rivers, streams, lakes, bridges and blossom on two walks.
The Butts Farm.
The slow, old, fat dog.
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A walk before the rain hit and watching the geese land on the river.
Reading in the cafe, eating cake.
A fire.
Making Aster smile.
The beautiful river in Kelvedon.
Making the effort to go see Ciaran and the others.
A big vegan calzone for lunch.
Sorting out the website and sending the first newsletter (EVENTUALLY).
The beautiful leaves. I love autumn.
Mark checking up on me and telling me that a solution will be found. I love him.
Walking along the New River path. Twice. Watching the ducks and seeing the leaves change colour and being reflected in the water.
An eco Grand Designs I hadn’t seen.
Shelling peas, under the trees.
Swimming in the Thames.
Being on the boat with mum and dad, having some nice conversations and watching the quiet watery world go by.
Walks in forests and by wheat fields to a big barn.
A bigger dip in the water today.
Four weddings and a funeral.
Walking in the forest and through the grass.
Getting my calves wet and cool on the river by the ruins.
The beautiful houses in Minster Lovell.
The tiny ducklings along the New River Walk.
Sleeping in.
Pretty skies. And a break from the clouds.
More moss. So much of it and it’s so beautiful.
The stone path along the river. With more moss.
Dipping my hands in the cold river.
The moss and the waterfalls.
The stone bridge.
Lunch by the lake.
The new river walk with the tiny fluffy birds.
Chatting with a happy Jonny, as I did his ironing.
Lots of vulva business admin. New email, updated shop, new designs. The works.
A delicious Bakewell pudding from Bakewell
The textile museum
A walk along the river
Watching the steam curl up the tiles in the beautiful shower
Going beyond the garden to the misty views and the chickens
Mossy stones and little rivers and green leaves and reflections on the water. Ducks, woodpeckers and dogs.
Sitting in the sun and feeling the warmth.
Stroking the dog on the tube on the way home
Watching the Sewing Bee with Jonny.
Doing the New River Walk at lunchtime in the sun that actually felt warm.
The beautiful sky by the Thames.
The beautiful river Wye in Ross. On Wye.
Steel drums in the park
The front cover of our old year book.
Delicious breakfast at the bridge cafe. And she liked my shirt.
Delicious diner at Madam and Adam. Mega friendly staff and the food was so good. Even the mushroom leather.
Looking down over the river from the old bridge.
All the dogs.
Doing a forward roll down the grass after a bottle of wine.
Sex around the flat after more beers.
Walking down New River Walk. So beautiful.
We spotted some turtles sunbathing in the river.
Doing a puzzle together in the evening.
Teeny tiny sausage dog puppy.
Walking around Hereford. Going to the Indie Food Festival. Seeing the cool knives.
Walking along the river at the end of the day. Crossing all the bridges. Going into the galleries and independent shops.
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. 😘
I was early for my meeting so I went for a wander along the river. Next to a swan.
Housemate chats in the kitchen. Tattoos, a shared dinner and the continuing shower saga. It’s almost over. He almost bought a shower rail.
The horrendous fish scene shower curtain.
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.
This moustache mug in the vintage shop. It looks like a novelty item but its not. Hilarious. I love the nose space.
The duck race in the village with the man in knee length wet suits, standing in the river that only came up to their calves. Massively pointless outfit but funny.
Walking over Hungerford Bridge and watching the big tourist boat sail underneath, honking loudly with a whole deck of people waving. This made me smile for the rest of the bridge. I knew I would be glad I walked across the river rather than taking the tube.
Three little things 