I travelled back to my home town of Bath this week, for a much needed visit to my parents, and more importantly, my cat!
While there I did a shop report, commenting on the differences between the lower end of the high street market, through to mid-end shops and designer shops and boutiques. Bath is perfect for this. Although small, it has always been a highly fashionable destination, and one of my earliest memories from moving to Bath from Bristol when I was 8, was being taken shopping by my extremely glamorous God-Mother, Jenny. She took me everywhere, to all the boutiques and designer-gear shops, and bought me my first "grown up" clothes, which were probably a little too grown up for an 8 year old!!
It was a little difficult getting the pictures I needed as when I had asked I always got the same result... NO. However, with a little bit of clever texting-but-actually-not-texting with my camera phone, I managed to get quite a few shots.
It's amazing the things you see out of a train window that can inspire you. It had started to sleet when I left Bath, but as I travelled further into the countryside the snow started coming down like grey and white feathers floating through the air. Through the mist and trees we I saw some horses running along a ridge of grass, it looked just like something from a film. The whole atmosphere was just magical.
As for the planes, I lied about the planes.