We took advantage of Saturday’s sunshine to pay a visit to the local park. Mum and dad used to go there every sunday to feed the ducks and get some fresh air. It seemed only fitting to go and feed the ducks on the 1st anniversary of her death.
I love going to Salisbury on a saturday. I get there nice and early, before the crowds descend, and I proceed to rummage through all the little gift shops and thrift shops.
Sadly the Cath Kidston was a little out of my budget this month. Even the packets of paper napkins had my purse weeping.
I was looking through the half-finished crosstitches and tapestries that I inherited from my mum when I came across the beginnings of a patchwork something-or-other.