in my head, the english moor is wild and and rugged and beautiful in a dangerous sort of way, a picture painted for me by hardy and austen and brontë. as we drove across the devon moor, though, drifting from village to sleepy village and stopping for tea, fish, and chips as we fancied, i found myself surprised at how lovely, how serene, it all was. the clouds were wildly dramatic, horses roamed freely, and it was all i could do to cup the heather in my hands and just feel happy.
beautiful pictures. beautiful alexa. beautiful post. love you sweet friend.
ReplyDeleteGreat shots, Alexa! And now I'm thoroughly homesick for England. *big sigh* Bring some home with you, okay?
ReplyDeleteWow. So lovely!
ReplyDeleteso gorgeous, love your ring by the way!
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Oh my gosh, this whole trip is just AMAZING and so beautiful. Like something out of a movie. I am so happy you're having such a fantastic time.
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