This wasn’t the life we were meant for. We were supposed to be attached to the feet of someone with a thirst for adventure, hiking through the fields of Yorkshire and beyond. What we have, starting with an impulse buy one Sunday afternoon, is a life that’s mostly spent sitting in a corner of the… Continue reading A Guest Post from My Walking Boots
This is a re-post of an old pic, taken as part of the Going Home post here. I was just looking through old bits and pieces and realised that this fits the bill perfectly, as well as bringing back some lovely memories.
The smell of lard hit me the minute I stepped off the train. There are many things that I miss about my home town, but the fat they fry their chips in isn’t one of them. I walked to the church, smiling and laughing and turning around to take another glance at vans and shops… Continue reading Going Home
