This weekend, I travelled to the other end of the country to spend the weekend with family in the town where I grew up. I muddied my wellies, found bargains in charity shops and listened to stories about my Grandma’s time in the Land Army. It was so good to get away, to breathe Yorkshire air into my lungs and spend time with people who I really don’t see often enough. A happy weekend indeed!
I hope you had a wonderful weekend too!