A very British Sunday

A very British Sunday

I could tell yesterday was going to be a good day, even before I got out of bed.  There was a bright glint creeping in behind the closed curtains and the birds outside were chirping their happy little songs.

The morning was cool and clear and beams of sunlight were falling in just the right places, giving the landscape outside of the windows that magical warm weather feel. Adam and I had decided a few days earlier we’d go for a lovely long walk on Sunday, and it was like Mother Nature was rewarding us for our decision.

Sunrise over the Severn Valley from Malvern Wells.

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Here comes the sun

Here comes the sun

England officially went onto ‘summer time’ at the weekend and the sun came out in celebration, delivering the two most beautiful Malvern’s had in a long time.  It was almost like nature knew daylight saving was starting and put on a show in response.

The air had that first sweet scent of warmth and the sunshine stuck around all day. I managed to ditch my boots for the first time since Adam and I arrived in the U.K. and get around in a pair of ballet flats.  It felt luxurious.  There was no need to remember a thick winter coat and sunglasses were genuinely needed. With the first of the spring blooms on show and trees starting to shoot their dainty, fresh green leaves, it was the sort of weekend that left you deeply satisfied and smiling.

Woman in ballet flats and jeans stands near pink flowers growing in a pot.

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