Staying in a funky, modern pad was very, very nice and very luxurious (whirlpool bath included!) but after a couple of nights I did find myself pining for some vintage beautifulness.
Oh it was lovely to have mug of something frothy in my new favourite spotty mug, say hello to my cheery pots of spring bulbs by the back door and snuggle back under an eiderdown by the fire in the evening.
I've started another collection (I'm going to be running out of room soon!). If only I'd crocheted these beauties myself but I'm only just getting to grips with it - not a naturally gifted crocheter me - so these thrifted ones will have to do for now.
On Sunday we headed into the hills and a birthday lunch for my sister at a favourite village of ours a couple of miles away. The wind was keen but it blew away that grey blanket above and the sun streamed down.
Spring was really in the air while we wandered around, dreaming of life in these pretty houses, with everything looking so bright and fresh.
Even if winter returns this week, there's not all that much of it left now. Maybe now we've had a proper winter with the right weather at the right time for once, just maybe we'll have a glorious summer to follow. Well, a girl can dream!