The Road Down

If I hadn’t seen the colours creeping over when I was in the car park saying some goodbyes I’d have gone back inside and had another cuppa and fannyed about packing my kit in a much neater fashion.
Hitting the road was a much better idea. Wonderful light, a dusting of snow, a cuppa and a scone on the way, some days all seems right with the world.

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