Our entire lives seem to depend on it. "We can't go to the beach because it's going to rain..." The weather has it's own form of innate intelligence too.
It flashes rays of sunshine through our windows, leaving streams of light (or in our case, a small, solitary square on the kitchen floor), lulling you into a false sense of security. It is our own fault. We see this sunlight and immediately fall into a falsely created sense of jubilancy, prompting us to trade our jeans and cardigans for shorts and flip-flops.
Big Mistake. This is what happened to Stacie and I when we decided to take a day trip to Ashbourne in Derbyshire. A town fabled for its quaint, Victorian style buildings, most of which are dealers of some quite impressive antiques, and also home to Carsington Water, a lake boasting an eight mile circumference.
However, the weather used all of its astuteness, and blew a force ten gale as we strolled the pathway alongside the sailing and boating docks on the edge of the lake, resulting in a few wayward frisbee throws and watery eyes.
After we had both just been through one of those awful working weeks, an enchanting afternoon was topped off with a meal at a farmhouse, a farmhouse whose cows were very interested in our arrival.
My Curious Damsel wanted to finish of the day with her first outfit post, Blushing at Dusk, which can be viewed via these links.
Oh, and I bought a fancy hat.
1 comment:
Oooh what pretty pictures (esp that second one!! hehe) x
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