Day 314. Autumnal joy.

If you're feeling a bit low I totally recommend a walk around Oxbrugh Hall with an 8 year old. Well, I walked, she ran, everywhere. I can still remember running for the hell of it. And skipping. Hopping. Humming. Singing. If I could bottle that feeling I guarantee the black dog would need to be rehomed. Just running. Just because.

Day 38. In touch with my inner Stanley.

On days like this I know I'm hard to be around but that's just how it is. I'm either really up or really down. Today I'm in touch with my inner Stanley. Tomorrow let's hope someone found the bicycle pump.