Walking along the River Liza, looking up at the beginnings of the fells of Lakeland - like the Misty Mountains. One starts to feel just a very small hobbit in a large world.
Sweet, green Borrowdale. This is where I want to retire.
Mild farm country, green, gold, blue.
Golden wheat fields on the way out of Richmond.
A felled tree in Little Beck Wood. . .
Heather on the moors.
Our stones from the Irish Sea, before they're tossed into the North.
hey, guys! I love it! Jen read through your blog and said it was fantastic, and I'm really enjoying it. I randomly clicked to comment on this particular post because it had no comments yet, but I'm enjoying them all. Great pictures, looks like wonderful food and fun adventure!
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hey, guys! I love it! Jen read through your blog and said it was fantastic, and I'm really enjoying it. I randomly clicked to comment on this particular post because it had no comments yet, but I'm enjoying them all. Great pictures, looks like wonderful food and fun adventure!
Jon
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