runaways

After church I decided to get on my bicycle and take my brother's camera. I am not a very good photographer, I am the first to admit that. I was pleased with one of the shots though. I think that was down to chance light. I took the photos at the church where my Mum grew up. I think all my family have been married there, and my Grandmother and Grandfather are both buried in the graveyard. It was so peaceful, this gentle wind, it was so beautiful and blessedly quiet. I used to get so upset when I was small, I never met my Grandmother, I hear amazing things about her. She had seven kids, not an easy task and she was a landgirl in the war. She looked gentle and strong whenever I've seen photos. I like to think my cousins, my brother, and I, we carry that subtle determination. It's weird to miss someone you've never met, but I miss what she could've been. My other Nan is a living legend and the last grandparent I have. She's beyond cool and I feel I need to see her much more often, although I know she does love her solitude. I guess it'll be easier when I'm a bit more settled in life.

My Dad made the most amazing blueberry torte, I shall be having some later. Yummy.

I'm so stoked on September, and October too I guess, if things work out haha.
xo