I’m currently sat in a pub in Beccles. It’s called The Three Horseshoes. I’ve never heard of Beccles, have you? I’ve got a table for one, with Rupert on my lap. I’ve got a white wine spritzer on the go and the local scampi has been ordered. Out the front of the pub the wooden seating is nowhere to be seen as people of all…
So is this just a 35 year old thing or is walking just absolutely great? Today I went for a Sunday ramble around Ivinghoe Beacon with Mr G and Rupert and it was an utter delight. It was sunny and cold with frost still on the ground. I’ve really got into wandering around in the last year. I’ve even sort of considered the nordic walking…
I get bored easily, so I am told. Change my mind a lot. If we were to remarry (eachother obvs) I’d have a totally different dress and theme. If (when) we finally move house to my dreamy period property I would decorate it vastly different to our current place. So New Years I literally couldn’t stand to just be at home. Sometimes home is…
