It's been a tough term and I'm thankful to be home, yet again my suitcase needs to be twice it's original size due to my mothers unfathomable ability to say no to me.
The train journey down was a bearable seven and a half hours long with views of rolling hills, his and her pheasants, buzzards and little black lambs. I've been dog walking, shopping, and beach drinking. I even had a cream tea.
Alas no photo's, i've got some planned for the next project, portraits of the parents and when I return to Chatham central a date with the blood bank.
Woo. x
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