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Oh oh oh it’s been a busy week. The kind where you fall into bed with a pff! on Friday night at 10pm (that being obscenely, “are you sick??” early round these parts).
After eleven hours of sleep (another rare and magical obscenity), we woke up on Saturday morning and decided, Right. Time for a proper adventure today.
The bikes we trussed together at the edge of the forest. Then the forest swallowed us up.
It pulled us past an organic garden run by the hippies I want to be like when I grow up.
Past the cottage where I will live when I’m a hippie granny, and where forest-wanderers will join me for a cuppa from my friendly red teapot.
Past the pancake house where we stopped for a mid-day beer and a little people-watching.
And past the cherry orchard…
where we bought a pound of these beauties for the journey home. We were two happy kids standing in the X on a treasure map.
What dreamy realm swallows you up on your Saturday adventures?
you only bought a pound, neng? lame. i would have guzzled down a pound there and then and then bought another 5. =)
I loved every single one of these pictures. I think I might need to come visit you one day!
Please do! (:
i love saturday morning adventures…i have one to post about soon :) cheers.
what fun! i’ll be waiting… (:
What a great Saturday morning adventure – loved the photos and the magical images that your writing inspires.
Thank you, Grace! I’m glad you came along on the walk with us. (:
Sounds like the perfect Saturday to me. Great photos. But you did get a pancake with your beer, right? I couldn’t not get a pancake in one of those Dutch pancake houses…they’re just too good.
That they are…especially the savoury ones! I usually end up describing Dutch pancakes as pseudo-pizzas or galettes thanks to all the luscious add-ins they pop on.