Stories Of The Everyday - Finlay & Emilia

Hooray for Sundays. Lie ins, breakfast in bed and The Archers for some. Family and friend days, the smell of a roast cooking in the oven (bringing back memories of family lunches gone by). Chats about the week past and the week to come. Walks together whatever the weather, red cheeks and toes warming by the fire. A day for gathering thoughts, for reflection.

A couple of weekends ago we spent a super Sunday afternoon with Finlay & Emilia. It was a little wild outside, so we stayed warm and cosy inside, keeping an eye on the weather as there had been talk of snow. 

And if these two ever challenge you to a game of dominoes, politely decline - they will win!

A Foggy Walk By Phone (Part 2).

Back in November I posted a foggy blog after an autumnal morning walk (you can see it here). So this is part 2. The season has changed, but the walk is the same. It was a cold morning, my breath hanging in the air. A familiar walk becomes very different when veiled by the fog. 

Photos taken on my iPhone 5s with the vscocam app.

A Snowy Morning Walk

Me and Hannah haven't been out for a Friday walk for a while. It turns out we chose rather a good day to stomp. We have a favourite path we take. It's about an hour long - a climb up the heather covered hill, follow the path that runs between the silver birch, and then drop into the beech trees, with the perfect place to stop for a cup of tea. It sets us up for the day to come. There was a frost, and the grass underfoot and the delicate leaves were sparkling. It really did look like icing sugar. We were both taking photos and chatting about the weekend, when we felt little flecks of snow on our cheeks. We walked a little further, and as we walked, the flakes increased, and the valley was thrown into a silent white. For a few moments, everything still. Then as quickly as it started, it stopped, leaving behind a dusting on the leaves, the boughs, and our hats. When it snows, everything seems lighter.

A dreamy Friday walk.