I went walking in Colne, where I've been staying with my auntie Rachel, her son Oscar and her partner Paul and his two daughters, Jasmine and Maia. So I went walking, just out, across the fields, by myself. Colne is one of those places where Harry and Hermione and Ron might have set up camp when they were running across the English countryside looking for horacruxes/hiding from Voldy. Colne is where you can literally count sheep to get to sleep. Colne is where you would attend Bilbo Baggin's eleventy-first birthday party. Colne is where the rocks might talk and the water whisper. Colne makes you believe in friendly ghosts. Colne is where every other house you see is older than the United States of America. And walking out through the fields, hopping fences and zig-zagging with the stream, I felt like a little kid again. I just wandered, taking pictures as I went, getting muddy and checking under every bridge for trolls and fairies. And though I walked for over an hour and baa-ed right back at the sheep, I didn't see another human, not one. And I had one of those moments, where I prematurely and unnecessarily think about where I want to raise my kids. There is something to be said for the country. There is always something to be said for the country.
For my first birthday away from home, I thought it would just be a day that passed and I would be numerically older. But Rachel would have none of that! I woke up birthday morning like Harry Potter his first year at Hogwarts for Christmas, with presents! And this beautiful cake. Couldn't have asked for better.
Also, here's a picture of Rachel and the kids in onesies because it's just too darn tootin cute to leave out!
And lastly, Paul and Rachel are in a banging new band called Crash! I took some publicity photos and tried my hand at poster making. So here's a little sample of how I've been spending my time...
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