Everyone needs a place to escape to, especially when city life and its associated mayhem begin to grind. I crave fresh air, unspoilt views of rolling hills and endless woodland sprouting shades of green you never knew existed. And a fine country pub. In need of a break I retreated to Surrey, for a few days of lounging and gardening with the Macleods.
Listening to: 'Atomic Telephone' - The Spirit of Memphis Quartet
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