An Early Christmas in Wiltshire

Thursday, December 18


At the start of December i had an early taste of Christmas. Since it was the only weekend Emily and I were both free to see each other before Dec 25th, we decided to have an early celebration in which we exchange gifts and live like we did in the summer. We were once again incredibly blessed to stay in the cottage. I think Emily and I both feel like it is our very own home away from home and we are incredibly thankful to the family who live here for allowing us to stay. 

We weren't alone this time, we not only got to spend it with three silly puppies but also two amazing young humans too! Bath Christmas market was our Saturday evening event of choice. The city shattered with huts filled with Christmassy goodness and treats. Fairy lights everywhere and the smell of roasted chestnuts in the air. 

On Sunday morning we awoke from our slumber and set about making breakfast for the household. Sausages, toast, cups of tea and some pretty awesome pancakes (if i do say so myself!) cooked up on the Aga over the watchful eyes of one very hungry terrier. Every time i visit this beautiful place it feels like reality doesn't exist, almost as if we are away from the outside world and everything slows down. I simply can't wait for the day i can have my own little slice of this part of the world, in my very own country cottage. 

Home

Thursday, November 27


I guess you could say i've lived in Lincolnshire my entire life. This has always been my bricks and mortar place to call home, and it still remains the place i come back to. When i was younger we spent our childhood travelling around parts of France, we would come back to Lincolnshire for school, but my fondest childhood memories are of running around in wellies and shorts through farms and villas in the south of France, me, three other boys and usually a dog we had found and temporarily adopted. All sunburn noses and muddy palms.

I joke all the time about the fact that I pretty much live in my Land Rover, but lately I feel like that is a very true statement, and i like it that way. I get itchy feet pretty easily, not the kind that has me jumping on planes every few months, but the kind that makes me shift from county to county, rotating and visiting loved ones. It's no wonder I have so many friends spread out across this wonderful country. Driving around and sleeping in people's spare rooms suits me more than i care to admit. 

But, i suppose i'll always call Lincolnshire home, and there are so many wonderful reasons why i love to call it that. Lately, i've been itching to go to a little further afield, I feel like my next venture will be Ireland. Its a place i have never been, but my desire to buy an Irish horse has got me fantasising about going over there and learning how they school their horses. I am a typical example of someone who wants to set down roots and then rip them up once the soil becomes too familiar. Is that a terrible thing?

Cheltenham countryside day (The Open)

Wednesday, November 19


There aren't many places that I don't have my camera around my neck. A day out with me is usually a day with my camera too, and the other half is slowly learning (and accepting) that he's likely to turn around and find that i stopped 10 steps back to snap some photographs. Such is the life of a shutterbug. Which brings us to horse racing. Some weeks ago before a day out to Cheltenham, we sat at the kitchen table and had the difficult conversation of saying no to the camera at the races, and you know what? It's actually pretty great. Despite that sometimes i find myself in pride picture taking spots and have to silently lump it, but, i kind of like this arrangement. I have a real excuse to not carry a heavy camera around my neck and just enjoy the day.

After all that, you may be surprised to find these photos. Well since my other half couldn't make it this day of The Open, I broke the rules, took my camera and spent the day in all my shutterbug glory. The next two days of course my camera was left in its bag and got the weekend off. 

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