Old friends

Summer 2025 

 Do blogs still take up a little space? Are they now like treasured photo albums found in a cobwebbed box in the back of cupboards with so many important yet misplaced items, now covered in dust, and old memories. 

Life is a little different to the blog days, but not from within. Not really. 

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Instead of our meadow, we have our garden you see. A towering conker and apple tree either side. . .

Instead of Four hooves, we have Four loving paws. They follow me everywhere. To be chosen first is a precious honour I am so grateful for. 

Instead of worry and confusion, we have answers, understanding and I hope in time, acceptance that we are okay, as we are. 

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And we still very much have Writing. . . 

I hope to devote what moments I can to something that has always felt like a safe landing. An old friend that never went away - just misplaced like those special, eternal photo albums. Except I will carefully shake away the dust and keep the door open so we may stay connected as much as we need. 

With love on this Autumnal late summer '25

Xx