Flying Duck

Just returned to the bungalow after a whirlwind trip to Two Ducks. 
Warm sunshine, lazy blue sky and the most precious of habitats.
I'd taken some more plants in containers to colour up the outside of the caravan. A fuchsia, some mint and a bunch of artificail blooms in scarlett red. Instantly invigorated the front.
I'd popped along just to measure the windows, but indulged in a quiet cup of coffee before returning home. Home? Is where the heart is they say. My heart beats a little calmer when surrounded by lovely things.
I didn't much want to come back.
But here I am. With boxes of intimate apparel for mother being delivered whilst I was out. And mum complaining about not being able to get dressed on her own.

Two Ducks. What a blessing.