Easter part one


So Easter came and went pretty quickly didn't it? The first week was spent pretty close to home, trying to get outside in the still pretty chilly sunshine as much as possible. Things aren't always the easiest when both the boys are at home for long periods of time as Rohan just becomes impossible to be around Theo without being really physical with him meaning they have to mainly be separated. It's not much fun and to be honest I'm not particularly looking forward to the long 6 weeks of the Summer!

My sister did come to visit towards the end of the week and that was a great distraction, we went on walks, baked, had a mini easter egg hunt in the garden and visited the beautiful Ethicurean for tea and cake. We had a potter around the garden admiring the flowers and the beautiful view, I always feel pretty lucky that this is on my doorstep!



April and the would be birthday


I've not spoken about this for a long while but suddenly this time of year rolls around, the trees are heavy with blossom, new life is emerging every where we look and whilst it fills me with joy there is also this feeling of sadness for could have beens around this time. It all feels like a cruel trick sometimes.

This was when we were supposed to be meeting our April baby, the one that never made it. I should be remembering that time when I was heavily pregnant, eagerly awaiting the time we'd get to meet our second baby. Would we have celebrated those first few birthdays with little picnics in the park under the heavy blossoms, would we now be celebrating the fourth birthday, soaking up those last few months before they would start school. There are so many unanswered questions and it breaks my heart that we'll never know.

The thing is, there's not much time that goes by where I don't think about that little life and what it could've been, who you might have been and how different it would all look now. Would the sibling relationship be different, would they be able to play together more, would our lives be filled with another boy or would it have been a girl this time. It's such a strange feeling to mourn memories that didn't ever happen but it's that feeling that gets me the most. Like a little window opening up and a glimpse into the future, but like a train whooshing past a station without stopping, those images and views are gone so quickly, that moment lost but yet the journey keeps on going.

I'm not sure whether I'll ever be able to look at April in the same way, whether this date will always hold some significance but it's all we really have left to link us together, me and the would be babe.

April and the would be birthday


I've not spoken about this for a long while but suddenly this time of year rolls around, the trees are heavy with blossom, new life is emerging every where we look and whilst it fills me with joy there is also this feeling of sadness for could have beens around this time. It all feels like a cruel trick sometimes.

This was when we were supposed to be meeting our April baby, the one that never made it. I should be remembering that time when I was heavily pregnant, eagerly awaiting the time we'd get to meet our second baby. Would we have celebrated those first few birthdays with little picnics in the park under the heavy blossoms, would we now be celebrating the fourth birthday, soaking up those last few months before they would start school. There are so many unanswered questions and it breaks my heart that we'll never know.

The thing is, there's not much time that goes by where I don't think about that little life and what it could've been, who you might have been and how different it would all look now. Would the sibling relationship be different, would they be able to play together more, would our lives be filled with another boy or would it have been a girl this time. It's such a strange feeling to mourn memories that didn't ever happen but it's that feeling that gets me the most. Like a little window opening up and a glimpse into the future, but like a train whooshing past a station without stopping, those images and views are gone so quickly, that moment lost but yet the journey keeps on going.

I'm not sure whether I'll ever be able to look at April in the same way, whether this date will always hold some significance but it's all we really have left to link us together, me and the would be babe.

For the love of Spring


Over half term in between the rainy miserable days spent tucked up inside playing, baking and sleeping we managed to sneak in a few trips to glimpse the first signs of the changing seasons. Spring is my all time favourite. I probably say this about Autumn, because I do love it too, but I think Spring just tips it for me. I love the hope and optimism, the awaking of nature, the new life and coming out of hibernation. I love seeing those new signs of colour, buds and shoots growing stronger each day, searching out the sunshine and preparing for those longer days ahead. Both Autumn and Spring remind me of the need to reflect on those long seasons of winter and summer, of a time for change, preparing and taking stock. That's what I love about them the most, they give me the most reason and encouragement to really think about what I want and need to achieve or change, to make plans and help me think about what's important. It's so easy to get caught up in what we 'should' be doing that it's easy to forget to keep your feet on the ground or step out of you comfy hibernation.


I feel that Spring often gets overshadowed by the excitement for the summer, whilst I do like Summer I usually find it too long, a bit disappointing, sometimes quite sweaty and a little pressured to have "the best summer ever". Whereas Spring is just free to be enjoyed for what it is. It's slow to start but once it's here, it's everywhere you look. Roadsides and streets are bursting with blossoming trees and flowers, the trees are getting ready to unfurl their new leaves, there's fresh colours everywhere and you know what, the weather is actually always pretty good. Those first few days where you can feel the sun warm you skin for the first time in months, the need to shed your coat for a few hours in the afternoon and of course the darkness retreating a little every day and those evenings inching along to be longer. There's no pressure for it to be hot or sunny, there are just beautiful days to be enjoyed where there's always new life to spot and an ever changing palette of colour before your eyes. When people announce that they're ready for the Summer, or that a nice Spring day "feels like Summer is here!" then I'm the first to fight in Springs corner for it not to be overlooked. Don't wish away this magical, beautiful time of hope and optimistic days, where it's not too hot or not too cold. Where magnolia flowers take your breath away and you find your self taking detours just to spot out the biggest and the best blooms. I'd swap a warm Spring day with fresh air over a hot, humid, sweaty, sticky summers day spent being chased by wasps and hiding in the shade, every time!


ahem...anyway. I shall just step down from my soapbox and hide it away and get on with showing you a few pictures from our walk around one of my favourite National Trust properties, Lacock Abbey. When we arrived we played in the park and ate our lunch outside (the first mini picnic of the year!) and then ran for cover to the cafe from the rain and hail shower, perfectly timed for scones and hot chocolate. The clouds then disappeared as we made our way round the grounds, taking in the carpets of snowdrops, crocus's and emerging daffodils and wild garlic. We stopped by the greenhouse, admiring the sweet smelling hyacinths and trying to stroke the prettiest but grumpiest cat!


Walking through the grounds surrounded by bird song and the gentle sunshine just felt so restorative and calming. We found another cat to stroke, a rope swing and tree stumps to climb. It just felt good to be outside again. We then explored the Abbey as well as Henry Fox Talbots house before heading home. We didn't get to explore the village again this time, but we can always save that for next time!




For the love of Spring


Over half term in between the rainy miserable days spent tucked up inside playing, baking and sleeping we managed to sneak in a few trips to glimpse the first signs of the changing seasons. Spring is my all time favourite. I probably say this about Autumn, because I do love it too, but I think Spring just tips it for me. I love the hope and optimism, the awaking of nature, the new life and coming out of hibernation. I love seeing those new signs of colour, buds and shoots growing stronger each day, searching out the sunshine and preparing for those longer days ahead. Both Autumn and Spring remind me of the need to reflect on those long seasons of winter and summer, of a time for change, preparing and taking stock. That's what I love about them the most, they give me the most reason and encouragement to really think about what I want and need to achieve or change, to make plans and help me think about what's important. It's so easy to get caught up in what we 'should' be doing that it's easy to forget to keep your feet on the ground or step out of you comfy hibernation.


I feel that Spring often gets overshadowed by the excitement for the summer, whilst I do like Summer I usually find it too long, a bit disappointing, sometimes quite sweaty and a little pressured to have "the best summer ever". Whereas Spring is just free to be enjoyed for what it is. It's slow to start but once it's here, it's everywhere you look. Roadsides and streets are bursting with blossoming trees and flowers, the trees are getting ready to unfurl their new leaves, there's fresh colours everywhere and you know what, the weather is actually always pretty good. Those first few days where you can feel the sun warm you skin for the first time in months, the need to shed your coat for a few hours in the afternoon and of course the darkness retreating a little every day and those evenings inching along to be longer. There's no pressure for it to be hot or sunny, there are just beautiful days to be enjoyed where there's always new life to spot and an ever changing palette of colour before your eyes. When people announce that they're ready for the Summer, or that a nice Spring day "feels like Summer is here!" then I'm the first to fight in Springs corner for it not to be overlooked. Don't wish away this magical, beautiful time of hope and optimistic days, where it's not too hot or not too cold. Where magnolia flowers take your breath away and you find your self taking detours just to spot out the biggest and the best blooms. I'd swap a warm Spring day with fresh air over a hot, humid, sweaty, sticky summers day spent being chased by wasps and hiding in the shade, every time!


ahem...anyway. I shall just step down from my soapbox and hide it away and get on with showing you a few pictures from our walk around one of my favourite National Trust properties, Lacock Abbey. When we arrived we played in the park and ate our lunch outside (the first mini picnic of the year!) and then ran for cover to the cafe from the rain and hail shower, perfectly timed for scones and hot chocolate. The clouds then disappeared as we made our way round the grounds, taking in the carpets of snowdrops, crocus's and emerging daffodils and wild garlic. We stopped by the greenhouse, admiring the sweet smelling hyacinths and trying to stroke the prettiest but grumpiest cat!


Walking through the grounds surrounded by bird song and the gentle sunshine just felt so restorative and calming. We found another cat to stroke, a rope swing and tree stumps to climb. It just felt good to be outside again. We then explored the Abbey as well as Henry Fox Talbots house before heading home. We didn't get to explore the village again this time, but we can always save that for next time!




A family walk : The bluebell woods




Since the bluebells have all but faded now I thought I would share a few photographs from a walk we took a few weeks back (and it's definitely not because I've only just got round to editing them...)

We drove out of Bristol to explore a new to us area, and managed to find not one but two woodlands to walk around. This was the second which we stumbled upon on our way back and couldn't resist pulling the car over and getting out. The woodland was full of tall Beech trees with wide gaps between the trunks in which the ground was carpeted in a haze of purple. The late afternoon sun slanted through the trees throwing glistening light on some and creating deep hues of blue in the shadows. Theo and I explored the woodland which had a slightly eerie quiet about it as people just walked contently around in awe of the beautiful flowers. Satisfied that we had witnessed one of the best parts that Spring has to offer we climbed back in the car and headed back into the city. Now we know that this place exists, I'm sure we'll be returning year after year. 

A family walk : The bluebell woods




Since the bluebells have all but faded now I thought I would share a few photographs from a walk we took a few weeks back (and it's definitely not because I've only just got round to editing them...)

We drove out of Bristol to explore a new to us area, and managed to find not one but two woodlands to walk around. This was the second which we stumbled upon on our way back and couldn't resist pulling the car over and getting out. The woodland was full of tall Beech trees with wide gaps between the trunks in which the ground was carpeted in a haze of purple. The late afternoon sun slanted through the trees throwing glistening light on some and creating deep hues of blue in the shadows. Theo and I explored the woodland which had a slightly eerie quiet about it as people just walked contently around in awe of the beautiful flowers. Satisfied that we had witnessed one of the best parts that Spring has to offer we climbed back in the car and headed back into the city. Now we know that this place exists, I'm sure we'll be returning year after year. 

A family walk: Mother's day

So it was my first Mother's day as a mother of two. For the past few years we've ventured to Wales to celebrate with my friend and her little boy and go on a lovely Spring walk around St.Fagans. We were all set to go but last minute train problems stopped our plans so we made a last minute decision to visit Prior Park in Bath instead. It was a nice little unexpected alternative and actually good to discover somewhere new to explore. The weather was bitingly cold with the sky heavy and little flurries of snow occasionally, but it was worth it for the views as we climbed to the top of the park and the fresh air to blow out the cobwebs.

Our Mother's day celebrations weren't that grand, but they were loving, which is all that matters. I got a homemade card from Theo, a tray of chocolates and some Lush bath bombs, but mainly I was thankful to be able to spend the day out with both my children. That and a lie in!



A family walk: Mother's day

So it was my first Mother's day as a mother of two. For the past few years we've ventured to Wales to celebrate with my friend and her little boy and go on a lovely Spring walk around St.Fagans. We were all set to go but last minute train problems stopped our plans so we made a last minute decision to visit Prior Park in Bath instead. It was a nice little unexpected alternative and actually good to discover somewhere new to explore. The weather was bitingly cold with the sky heavy and little flurries of snow occasionally, but it was worth it for the views as we climbed to the top of the park and the fresh air to blow out the cobwebs.

Our Mother's day celebrations weren't that grand, but they were loving, which is all that matters. I got a homemade card from Theo, a tray of chocolates and some Lush bath bombs, but mainly I was thankful to be able to spend the day out with both my children. That and a lie in!



Adventures from Kent

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I seemed to have lost a little of my blogging mojo (if that's what you call it). It often goes this way, for a few months I seem to have lots I want to write about and share but then suddenly real life takes over and I find it hard to get back into the groove. So forgive me if there's only been reels of photographs of recent adventures but I feel I need to go through the back catalogues and get them cleared before I can move on. I don't know why I always apologise for these sorts of posts, because surely if you're here and have been a reader of this blog for a while and keep coming back then perhaps you're the type of person who doesn't mind such posts and even expect it (and dare I say enjoy them?!)...so should I just get on with it without this massive preamble? Perhaps I should...

Over the Easter holidays you may remember we became slightly stranded in Kent whilst visiting my sister. What was supposed to be a quick weekend stop became a three or four day mini holiday whilst we waited for my car to be fixed. On a bright but ridiculously windy day we headed out to north Kent coast line, through Margate and on into Ukip land (good job not voting Ukip, though Thanet). I seriously love this coastline with the famous white chalk cliffs and beautiful little seaside towns like Broadstairs, and wide beaches to explore. So after our jaunt around Margate we headed over to a pretty secluded beach called Botany Bay. Had it not been so windy it would have been glorious, but all the same the wide sands and rocky coast was pretty inviting and we stayed a while watching the wind lift the sand off the surface and make it dance across it in mesmerising patterns. The dog and the child were let loose and I looked on as Theo dashed into the sea and climbed on rocks and cliffs. We eventually called it a day when the wind had battered our heads enough and headed back to the car for the post beach sleepy drive home I remember so well from my childhood. 

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Adventures from Kent

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I seemed to have lost a little of my blogging mojo (if that's what you call it). It often goes this way, for a few months I seem to have lots I want to write about and share but then suddenly real life takes over and I find it hard to get back into the groove. So forgive me if there's only been reels of photographs of recent adventures but I feel I need to go through the back catalogues and get them cleared before I can move on. I don't know why I always apologise for these sorts of posts, because surely if you're here and have been a reader of this blog for a while and keep coming back then perhaps you're the type of person who doesn't mind such posts and even expect it (and dare I say enjoy them?!)...so should I just get on with it without this massive preamble? Perhaps I should...

Over the Easter holidays you may remember we became slightly stranded in Kent whilst visiting my sister. What was supposed to be a quick weekend stop became a three or four day mini holiday whilst we waited for my car to be fixed. On a bright but ridiculously windy day we headed out to north Kent coast line, through Margate and on into Ukip land (good job not voting Ukip, though Thanet). I seriously love this coastline with the famous white chalk cliffs and beautiful little seaside towns like Broadstairs, and wide beaches to explore. So after our jaunt around Margate we headed over to a pretty secluded beach called Botany Bay. Had it not been so windy it would have been glorious, but all the same the wide sands and rocky coast was pretty inviting and we stayed a while watching the wind lift the sand off the surface and make it dance across it in mesmerising patterns. The dog and the child were let loose and I looked on as Theo dashed into the sea and climbed on rocks and cliffs. We eventually called it a day when the wind had battered our heads enough and headed back to the car for the post beach sleepy drive home I remember so well from my childhood. 

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Our annual adventure to St.Fagans, Wales (part one!)

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I've spoken many a times about my love for St.Fagans, and it holds many a dear memory for me. We visited last year with my friend on Mother's day, and although we were a week early, we decided to repeat our annual trip over the bridge.

We couldn't have planned the timing of our trip better. The sun broke through the clouds in the late morning just as we crossed the river into Wales, and the clear blue skies emerged and the warm sun shone down on us. I've been craving that warmth and clarity that comes with the change of the season, where new life appears and everything just feels a little lighter. I don't think anything could have spoiled my mood that day...not even whinging children! It was the most perfect spring day as we discarded our coats and left our winter gloom behind.

We managed to discover a whole new area that we'd not stumbled upon before, complete with very pregnant sheep and some freshly delivered lambs. Chickens ran about our feet and we discovered an old farmhouse. We stopped for our very first picnic of the year, walked under the shadows of winter branches taking deep lungfuls or the crisp Spring air. 

It was perfect! (And we left once more promising to come back in the summer, lets hope we keep it!) 

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Our annual adventure to St.Fagans, Wales (part one!)

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I've spoken many a times about my love for St.Fagans, and it holds many a dear memory for me. We visited last year with my friend on Mother's day, and although we were a week early, we decided to repeat our annual trip over the bridge.

We couldn't have planned the timing of our trip better. The sun broke through the clouds in the late morning just as we crossed the river into Wales, and the clear blue skies emerged and the warm sun shone down on us. I've been craving that warmth and clarity that comes with the change of the season, where new life appears and everything just feels a little lighter. I don't think anything could have spoiled my mood that day...not even whinging children! It was the most perfect spring day as we discarded our coats and left our winter gloom behind.

We managed to discover a whole new area that we'd not stumbled upon before, complete with very pregnant sheep and some freshly delivered lambs. Chickens ran about our feet and we discovered an old farmhouse. We stopped for our very first picnic of the year, walked under the shadows of winter branches taking deep lungfuls or the crisp Spring air. 

It was perfect! (And we left once more promising to come back in the summer, lets hope we keep it!) 

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The house plant appreciation society

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So with Christmas over it seems inevitable that we start looking forward to Spring, I know I do anyway. I do love this time, waiting and hoping for the brighter days and longer evenings, feeling the sun start to warm your face and coax all the flowers and trees out of hibernation ready to bloom. 

So because of this feeling, generally liking having greenery around and having our own home to finally decorate how we want I have become a little bit obsessed with house plants and flowers and have of course been looking towards pinterest for the ever growing source of inspiration. (Seriously what did we do before it?!) 

I've started a new board to go with my obsession, which happens to link closely with my obsession with shelving too! 

Follow Abigail's board House plant love on Pinterest.

Follow Abigail's board Shelf lust on Pinterest.

The house plant appreciation society

 All images via pinterest

So with Christmas over it seems inevitable that we start looking forward to Spring, I know I do anyway. I do love this time, waiting and hoping for the brighter days and longer evenings, feeling the sun start to warm your face and coax all the flowers and trees out of hibernation ready to bloom. 

So because of this feeling, generally liking having greenery around and having our own home to finally decorate how we want I have become a little bit obsessed with house plants and flowers and have of course been looking towards pinterest for the ever growing source of inspiration. (Seriously what did we do before it?!) 

I've started a new board to go with my obsession, which happens to link closely with my obsession with shelving too! 

Follow Abigail's board House plant love on Pinterest.

Follow Abigail's board Shelf lust on Pinterest.

to the seaside!

It seems funny to think that just last week we were sunning ourselves on the beach, tasting our first ice-creams cones of the year and dreaming up all of our summer adventures. Good weather is fleeting on our fair Isle, and we've all learnt now that when it's here you have to get out and make the most of it. In all cases, a week later you'll be pulling out your coat and boots that you casually tried to put away for next winter, in full knowledge that you would need to be able to access them again for the next few months. And so it goes.

In order to stock up on vitamin d we headed out to Weston-Super-Mare last week, to join the masses for a good old day at the seaside. Even though the front is fun to drive by and watch the big wheel spin round and the donkeys going backwards and forwards along the sand, its probably best avoided with two children who don't seem to understand the concept of money, and therefore the lack of it. Also I suppose showing them that you don't have to spend lots of money on attractions when all you need is a bucket and spade and a friend!

We choose to visit a little park, with excellent climbing frames and water sprinklers to have our lunch and a run around first. Due to my pretty spectacular hatred of eating anywhere where sand may creep its way into my sandwich.

After wrapping up in towels, drying off and finishing our picnic we headed onto the sand to the right of the pier, where it's slightly quieter. The boys dug holes, made shapes and castles in the sand and discovered the delights of burying each other.

Given the space and freedom these two will run and chase each other for miles and upon discovering the vastness of the beach, they set about doing just that. Before being enticed back for ice cream. (Note to self, use ice cream as bribe to leave the beach, and therefore avoiding long persuasions to leave and reduce the risk of sand in said ice creams)


And so our day at the beach ended,  we drove back to Bristol with two sleeping boys in the back, satisfied from our successful (and cheap!) day out. 

to the seaside!

It seems funny to think that just last week we were sunning ourselves on the beach, tasting our first ice-creams cones of the year and dreaming up all of our summer adventures. Good weather is fleeting on our fair Isle, and we've all learnt now that when it's here you have to get out and make the most of it. In all cases, a week later you'll be pulling out your coat and boots that you casually tried to put away for next winter, in full knowledge that you would need to be able to access them again for the next few months. And so it goes.

In order to stock up on vitamin d we headed out to Weston-Super-Mare last week, to join the masses for a good old day at the seaside. Even though the front is fun to drive by and watch the big wheel spin round and the donkeys going backwards and forwards along the sand, its probably best avoided with two children who don't seem to understand the concept of money, and therefore the lack of it. Also I suppose showing them that you don't have to spend lots of money on attractions when all you need is a bucket and spade and a friend!

We choose to visit a little park, with excellent climbing frames and water sprinklers to have our lunch and a run around first. Due to my pretty spectacular hatred of eating anywhere where sand may creep its way into my sandwich.

After wrapping up in towels, drying off and finishing our picnic we headed onto the sand to the right of the pier, where it's slightly quieter. The boys dug holes, made shapes and castles in the sand and discovered the delights of burying each other.

Given the space and freedom these two will run and chase each other for miles and upon discovering the vastness of the beach, they set about doing just that. Before being enticed back for ice cream. (Note to self, use ice cream as bribe to leave the beach, and therefore avoiding long persuasions to leave and reduce the risk of sand in said ice creams)


And so our day at the beach ended,  we drove back to Bristol with two sleeping boys in the back, satisfied from our successful (and cheap!) day out. 

a family walk : bradford - on - avon


After a miserable Saturday spent inside baking biscuits and working we couldn't have been happier to wake up to glorious sunshine on Sunday to spend our one family day together. We had a lazy morning pottering around the house and doing some much needed gardening...I mowed our lawn yeh! We packed up the car and headed over to Bradford on Avon to meet with my Dad and family who were in the area for the weekend.

Even the drive over the spectacular, and I don't think I will ever bore of the rolling hills and valley views as you climb the country roads between Bristol and Bath and towards Wiltshire.

We arrived and headed out on a walk, taking in the rows of sweet cottages, spring gardens in bloom and views over the town laid out below us.

Once again there's lots more photos after the break!




We made our way down the hill, weaving our way past houses all built in the traditional bath stone and slate roofs, some even dating back to the 17th Century. We stopped off at a sweet cafe for tea and cake in the garden.

We crossed the Avon and walked through the town across to the old Tithe barn and park.

We stayed by the barn for a while, taking in the surroundings, playing in the park, watching the trains go by and of course having a game or too of pooh sticks!

We decided to take a walk along the river and then the canal, for about a mile to a pub by the river. The oath was bustling with families on walks and bike rides, canal boats moored and navigating the water. Everyone was out and soaking up the warm Spring air, and it felt blissful to be part of.

We ate a lovely pub dinner, with a spot in the late afternoon sun right by the river bank sampling a few local ales and enjoying our time together. Luckily there is a small train station on the other side of the river, where you can flag down the passing train to take you the short distance back to Bradford on Avon. This saved us a long walk back and of course is always a bonus if we can fit in a train ride for a certain someone!
With my Dad, tutu, and his great, great Aunty and Uncle! 

a family walk : bradford - on - avon


After a miserable Saturday spent inside baking biscuits and working we couldn't have been happier to wake up to glorious sunshine on Sunday to spend our one family day together. We had a lazy morning pottering around the house and doing some much needed gardening...I mowed our lawn yeh! We packed up the car and headed over to Bradford on Avon to meet with my Dad and family who were in the area for the weekend.

Even the drive over the spectacular, and I don't think I will ever bore of the rolling hills and valley views as you climb the country roads between Bristol and Bath and towards Wiltshire.

We arrived and headed out on a walk, taking in the rows of sweet cottages, spring gardens in bloom and views over the town laid out below us.

Once again there's lots more photos after the break!




We made our way down the hill, weaving our way past houses all built in the traditional bath stone and slate roofs, some even dating back to the 17th Century. We stopped off at a sweet cafe for tea and cake in the garden.

We crossed the Avon and walked through the town across to the old Tithe barn and park.

We stayed by the barn for a while, taking in the surroundings, playing in the park, watching the trains go by and of course having a game or too of pooh sticks!

We decided to take a walk along the river and then the canal, for about a mile to a pub by the river. The oath was bustling with families on walks and bike rides, canal boats moored and navigating the water. Everyone was out and soaking up the warm Spring air, and it felt blissful to be part of.

We ate a lovely pub dinner, with a spot in the late afternoon sun right by the river bank sampling a few local ales and enjoying our time together. Luckily there is a small train station on the other side of the river, where you can flag down the passing train to take you the short distance back to Bradford on Avon. This saved us a long walk back and of course is always a bonus if we can fit in a train ride for a certain someone!
With my Dad, tutu, and his great, great Aunty and Uncle! 

thirsty work

I know I shared a similar picture for my last 52 submission, but for some reason these photos just kept calling me back. Sometimes I can't just choose one, and in this case there are so many I loved from this session that I just had to post them. I love them and I couldn't bare for them to sit there unused, so if you wish here are some others from Theo's water splashing in the face session that I managed to grab my camera for and capture!