For a moment I stood and looked at it, then with a smile on my face I picked it up and put it in my pocket.
the natural warmth and smell turn a long winters evening into a romantic scene from 'The Holiday'....
I still can't resist walking through puddles...
This journey had me spellbound
And there it was the 'Ivy wave'
The miracle never came... or did it?
However I soon learnt to race up to the front to avoid more bruises.