Saturday, 3 March 2012

Small things



A spring walk through the fields with my little uns and scouse on the stove. I'm feeling happy and rather English today so this tune is in celebration of a life made of good and small things.....dedicated to my exiled sisters and tech guy.

8 comments:

haddock said...

35 seconds in....one of my regular fishing spots, that's not my fishing rod though.
And I drive through the lovely Dorset countryside to get there, who'd live anywhere else ?

Thud said...

Haddock...lucky man.

Albert said...

Shame the politician's sold us to the EU for a mess of pottage, poor old England is going down the same Yellow brick road as the USA which is catching up to us at speed.

Vinogirl said...

A self imposed exile, but exile nonetheless. There'll never be anywhere quite like home.
Can't wait for my hols :)

Electro-Kevin said...

There are lots of countries with scenery to match.

What has made England has always been the comparative gentleness of the people.

Many indigenous families have been coarsened - the rest of us are being out-immigrated at a rate of 367000 out and 572000 in per year.

No problem with immigration - just with out of control immigration.

Enjoy what's left while you can.

James Higham said...

You made your life what it is though.

Scrobs... said...

Nice one Thudders.

Know how you feel!

phlegmfatale said...

Have been absolutely itching to get back to England for years now. I have vowed to treat myself to a graduation present of a trip there to visit dear friends within a year of finishing my school. *sigh* It's been far too long.