Was pleased to not hear any raised voices as we walked past this alleyway.

A woodland in North Yorkshire, filled with wild garlic.

Mum laughing at the size of our Sunday dinners. There was a lot of food, and it was delicious!

‘What we got ‘ere, then?’ A huge herring gull checking out the leftovers in the beer garden, where me and Mum stopped for a pint.

Hundreds of swans feeding at Abbotsbury Swannery.

Yellow gorse on the moors near Mum’s house.

This is my crash pad for the next 5 days, while in Dorset. Lovely little place, quiet and peaceful.