A trip to Wild Meadow in the Welsh borders. Dog, wellies, raincoats, far too many books and scrabble. And relax. Such a beautiful setting. It may have been October in the UK. We may have seen the tail end of Hurricane Gonzalo. Hey we’re made of strong stuff.
Each morning I’d wander over to the swing and just sit there, drinking tea, watching the landscape. Watching the seasons changing. The ancient trees. The farmers plowing in the stubble and the golden squares being removed from the hillside to be replaced with earth coloured ones.
Trips to foodie markets and all manner of shops. Ones that sell antiques and vintage loveliness. Ones that sell all manner of ironmongery, door knobs, hooks, pokers and the like. And one that had the most perfect taxidermy rabbit. Yes it was freaky, but it was also stunning work. I went back for a second look, but it had gone.
And this has to be the soundtrack for the week.