This song was my Sunday today, over and over and over and over and over again....
My house was still, silent and empty when my eyes sleepily greeted the morning. Dark and heavy light clutched tightly to my bed covers, a blanket on top of my blanket, chilling the air with seasonal whispers.... It was Autumn, and i couldn't be happier.
After layering myself in a comical yet practical outfit in order to collect the produce from our hens, i sat down to breakfast; Preparing myself for the days tasks.
Those tasks came in the form of celebrating the 25 years of Lydia Leith.
Visiting the Leith household is always a treat, i walk the 100 or so steps excited and eager for what is in stall. After saying my Happy Birthdays and gift giving i'm treated this week to a tour of Lydia's Father, Mr Paul Leith's shed; A wonderful place of hard work and beautiful restoration.
Happy Birthday Lydia Leith, i can't think of a better way to have celebrated with you.