Monday, February 16, 2009

Seven

It is seven today and it so doesn't feel that long even though, looking back, getting married seems the stuff of absinthe-induced dreams, all vague and light-headed.



Seeing that we couldn't be where we really wanted to be (where we really ought to be), Lake Windermere was appealing enough. So long as I don't do comparisons of course.



Even though seagulls often follow you around...

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