Where were you twenty five years ago? I was getting married, October is quite the busy month celebration wise I was married eight days after my twenty-third birthday.
That’s me in the big ivory
frock,
These days I am a quiet, contemplative person and prefer a modest celebration
with my nearest and dearest to that of a raucous party.
As the day itself fell midweek, Big Daddy and I decided to mark the occasion with a walk
along the spectacular Northumbrian coast.
A beautiful and unspoiled stretch of beach.
This breathtaking coastline also has the weather to
match. The
bracing winds in your hair and salty spray on your lips always leaves a lasting impression.
Delicious autumn,
my very soul is wedded to it... George
Eliot.
My latest bear, he has probably made himself quite at
home in his new surroundings, no doubt.
Till next time.
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