So, the six month break was entirely unintentional, I promise. Life got busy and I didn't have time to write. And then I lost the inclination to write. Blogging stopped being a part of my life. I stopped writing, I stopped reading. Then, a few weeks ago I opened up Feedly again and I started to read. And I realised that I missed writing, I missed posting photographs. So here we go. It feels rather strange to be posting a summer's worth of photographs but, if I don't post them now, I never will.
Grillstock in June. Beer, meat, sun. Wonderful.
I threw a little party for my girls back when it was sunny and before this one moved in...
Yep, I live with a boy now. And it's pretty much brilliant in every single way.
We went to London in July and wandered amongst the flowers near St Paul's.
We also took many many photographs in the reflective spherical sculptures nearby.
In September we went to Liverpool and stayed at Hope Street Hotel. In a room with the most magnificent view.
We went to Crosby beach and I took approximately 6 million photographs of the Another Place sculptures.
I made a new friend.
We gazed at the view, drank prosecco and life was marvellous.
We carved some pumpkins. I'll leave you to guess which was mine.
And then?
Well, this happened....
And the rest, as they say, is history.
