Moss of plenty below my feet
The air is cold and fresh
With a blanket of clouds
Looming over my head
White and grey, leaving not a drop… 76 more words
We went up to the hinterland again this morning. I love it up there.
My husband and I went earlier in the week to a little town full of art galleries and unique artisan shops – it was my cup of tea – literally as it turned out as there was a tea shop with over 700 kinds of tea. 750 more words