The Reason
A complete metamorphosis of an unexpected small inheritance and a VW van.
In the memory of two spirits set free on a wild Welsh wind during the October of 2014.
Sunday, 19 April 2015
White Peak
My humans followed in human Wilfrid's footsteps and drove me to The Peak District and parked me in the pretty village of Tissington. The humans then rode off on their bikes apparently cycling to Parsley Hay along Tissington Trail a disused railway track then on the High Peaks Trail. They say the views were wonderful. I don't think human Wilf rode on this trail it would have been steam trains in those days. On their return my humans sat in the sun and I brewed them a cup of coffee, I didn't realise I could do this, real proud of myself, I made them very comfortable before we set off home. Ahhhh a good day.
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