I made a book for a dear friend, moving to pastures new.
Visited Ironbridge for the first time
and discovered a great shop with a wealth of simple treasures to covet.
Asked the question “that canal boat lift must be near here somewhere” approximately four miles away from the Anderton Boat Lift, making last Friday a day full of engineering marvels.
We’ve been to the seaside.
Paid homage to a comedian whose feet are now standing in a few inches of sand
but whose hands are beautifully sculpted.
We’ve enjoyed a bit of culture at the Royal Exchange
enjoying the company of friends whilst watching the heartbreaking events unfold in Japan.
Since then, I’ve slept in West Suffolk, too.
Can a week really have flown by so quickly?