This weekend, we spent a gorgeous few days in the countryside with the lovely, lovely Macphersons to celebrate our nephews eighteenth birthday with a massive house party.
It was The. Best. Weekend. Ever.
Wellies, and fields, chickens and dogs, great food, great company, and it was lovely to see the boys so free, roaming around fields.
They spent their days looking for chicken eggs, collecting wood for the fire, learning to use an axe, running free, playing with dogs, stomping around in their wellies, and staying up late drinking hot chocolate by the fire.
It just don't get better than that....
351/365 |
SATURDAY
350/365 |
The night of Harry's Party and we ordered some snow from the big guy especially for him. ;)
Words can't even explain how excited I was to stumble across this London telephone box, which had found it's way to Fyfield, and is now crammed full of books and employed as a library.
FRIDAY
349/365 |
THURSDAY
348/365 |
348/365? |
Here's to weekends in the Countryside.
And to the Macphersons. X
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