I have blogged before about our secret favorite place. Well we have been back and it was magical as always.
The water was lower and my Niece took a tumble, but all we could here were the birds and the slow, slow trickle of water.
We drank tea from the flask and water and I drunk in the boys playing together, imagination running wild and Enid Blyton childhood I want for them.
Long may it continue.
