Or. Everywhere I went, my trousers followed.
Where did your sewing follow you this year? Mine tucked itself neatly between the sun-cream and the woolly socks and trailed us to a northerly Shire where the roads were steep and the locals were friendly. Much is made of the English North/South divide, but honestly, being a at-least-fourth-generation Southerner I can safely say that when you ask your spouse a question a native resting on a bench nearby does not usually respond.
Lost Southerner: “I wonder if there is a short cut to the car park from here?”
Friendly Local: “Aye lass, there’s a path up back.”
Taken aback, but grateful, Southerner: “Gosh, thank you.”
Friendly Local: *returns to the task of rearranging the contents of his shopping bag*
I’m rather in love with the flare although you (well, I) have to be careful that you/I don’t catch the hem and land teeth first on the cobbles.
What would the locals have made of that?
A footnote of outtakes, just for Gillian and the #BetterPicturesProject. Here’s me somewhere new, trying to capture movement and even trying a prop!