I love London, but sometimes I wish I lived in the country. Or, more specifically, I wish I lived next to a field of long wild grass where it's permanently a warm, sunny afternoon and you can lie hidden, seen by no-one, with the stems tickling your face when the wind blows. Basically, I've got the winter blues-not helped by a quickie visit to Topshop this afternoon where I stroked endless loose-fitting fine knits and Breton tops and floral floaty things and got really depressed by the fact that it's hovering close to to freezing right now.
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(own photograph; jamesmahonphoto.blogspot.com; coldam.com)
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Wonderful Pics :)
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