Walking

It is a glorious day in West Wales with a vibrant clear blue sky, and bright retina burning orange sun. This is my favourite type of weather, crisp days with strong light and powdery frost settled in patches the light cannot reach.

My brother and I donned wellington boots caked with dry mud and big puffy coats to take our labrador Star for a walk. I must admit that I miss the simplicity of simply 'going for a walk'; in London I walk a lot but it usually to get somewhere, not simply for the sake of walking.






Tonight some dear friends are coming over for some wine and make-up before going out in town. I can't wait to see them again!