Waking up to frost.
A cold walk in the country fields and lanes with a very special boy.
Discovering a pub in a little village, having a drink and chatting with the barmaid.
Holding hands, walking through the muddy fields, my hubby helping me hop a fence, that tingly lovey feeling that makes your legs go a bit funny.
This is life, as it should be.
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