Post

There is something magical about receiving a hand written letter. Sifting through the post and seeing my address written in familiar hand writing, feeling the weight of the letters in my hand and anticipating the news inside makes a change from the usual bills and rubbish that often come through the door. I left the letters on the window sill, made myself a mug of tea and then sat outside on the bench I made from an old scaffolding board and read them. Emails are great, but nothing really connects you to old friends like a letter in the post.


Have a great weekend. I have promised Sam some serious cycling, so I'm off to dig out my shorts (aghhh white legs!!) and sort my bike out :-)