A TALE OF TAILS
When Flynn met Florrie earlier this year, I couldn’t stop thinking about how sweet their two little names sounded together. Like the embarrassing Mrs Bennet, I started cooing over how cute they were and imagining what a lovely couple they’d make! It’s at this point that I should probably mention that Flynn is my dog and Florrie is the lovely Searching For Tomorrow’s cockapoo. 🙈
TO NEW BEGINNINGS
As Autumn rolled in, it brought with it a whole heap of change. If you’re visiting for the first time, you’ll no doubt have no idea what I’m talking about, but if you’ve stopped by before, you might have noticed that I’m now writing as Freda & Co!
A GAME OF JOANS
A week ago, a group of friends who’ve known each other a combined 111 years packed their bags and bundled onto a plane to Belfast.
WINDS OF CHANGE
Less like Dorothy caught in a whirling tornado and more like Mary Poppins, compelled by a subtle shift in the air, telling me that it’s time to move on: The winds of change are creeping up on me and it feels like something I’ve been waiting for, for a long time.
Last weekend we visited the rolling dales and milky skies of West Yorkshire for a very special occasion.