You know when you live somewhere for a long time and it kinda loses it’s lustre?
Not that it isn’t every bit as lovely as ever, but more that you take it for granted a little, or stop looking?
That’s how I feel a little about our nearest little village.
I have lived in and around here for most of my life and it’s prettiness has really become normality for me now I guess. So, in the spirit of really appreciating how lucky we are to live in this beautiful part of the world, the gang and I headed off on a very sunny stroll this Sunday.
Some pictures below, if you’d like a look…
Those colours! No one will ever convince me that there is a prettier season than Autumn. Though I have trudged this path many times and witnessed the sun kiss these trees when they are dusted with frost and snow too. And, let me tell you, that is something worth seeing.
Nature’s playground, eh?
I’m not a huge fan of the posed-for family shots, so this was our attempt at a natural picture. Miss Annie obviously struggles with the concept – such are the occupational hazards of being a bloggers child! 🙂
I kind’ve die a bit when they peep out here. Heights are not my thing, and truth be told, I’d feel better if they were helmet-ed and safety-harnessed. But kids will be kids…
The light was so stunning down by the church and Annie was, once again, mesmerised by just how ‘very tall up’ it is! 🙂
This really makes me think of the lamppost in ‘The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe’ – I’m not sure why, but I half expect to see Mr Tumnus trotting from behind that tree!
Pretty houses on Main Street
And after a thorough chilling, it was home to cosy up and light our first fire of the season.
I tell you, if Winter days were all like this, well…
That’s something I could buy into, right there.