Busted out my inner redneck at a barn dance last night. A friend of mine got engaged and the dancing was our little way of celebrating, we had oodles of fun too! Turns out that barn dancing is glorified walking, but by golly, it takes the wind out of your sails when you're done!
Just got back to Bristol after spending another quiet weekend in Newbury. We went out for a quick walk to Combe Gibbet to drink in the sights of the countryside. Rebecca was absolutely smitten by the sheep and the nature, she told me after what a good stroll it was - city girl talk, but I'm glad she had a nice time. Followed it up with a nice lamb roast, as prepared by Dad, its the kind of cooking that makes you glad to be home and a little sad to leave.
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