The other morning I was trudging round & round the damp path worn in our grass under the Hills Hoist. It was cold & my hands were numb as I hung the nappies on the line. Then the sun came out, really came out & I was treated to this.
I raced inside to get the camera as Grace sat on the back doorstep & laughed at her mum taking photos of the washing. Then we took a tour around the garden in the cold sunshine before going back inside to the heater. Our morning was made.