Dog Days Of Summer

Happiness is....

Walking through fields of golden wheat on a summer evening,
Not another soul in sight,
Warm sun on my face,
Music from my i-pod playing loudly in my ears.

Happiness hit her like a train on a track
Coming towards her stuck still no turning back

She hid around corners and she hid under beds

She killed it with kisses and from it she fled

[Dog Days Are Over - Florence And The Machine]

Wrest Park Revisited

I've been to Wrest Park for picnics a few times, most recently on a hot Sunday afternoon a couple of weekends ago....