Live, Life, Love and Laughter: Notes from a Northumbrian Farmhouse (1)

Has it really only been two days since I came back to work ... it doesn't feel like it!!! The holidays seem a lifetime away already and the twelve hour work day way too familiar the way it greeted me like a long lost (reluctant!!!) friend. When I was away, on several of my walks in the hills, I would pause and just listen. Sometimes it was completely silent, more often the sound of a sheep bleating on the opposite fell would carry itself on the wind; or the stream would gurgle and splash it's way over the recumbent rocks; and I resolved that I would snapshot those sounds/memories to revisit when the treadmill of London seemed too much. I'm there! So here are those Northumberland memories to help ease the stress and strain of urban living - I hope you enjoy them as much as I do!