This the the village lodge cottage, I am forever wandering round , there is always something new to see.
I wanted to go by the river today but instead I got caught up putting the bunting away, which made me sad.
When the bunting was all gone, I took myself off down the lane towards the church which drew me in.
I've been so lost these past few weeks but I have found my way. My friends have been there for me and I'm greatful.
I've found my photography eye has returned and I am tweaking my angles.
Looking forward I look back I see past mistakes yet I grow. If we don't face the past we don't learn.
My passion is what I see if I thought about what I did then I wouldn't be who I am.
Also today I kicked the leaves , I hope to go blackberry picking again. So I can last have autumn tripping upon my tongue.