Hello gorgeous, Have one of my closest friends visiting from California this week, whilst she’s on her travels around Europe. Took her to Stone Henge, which is 20 mins drive from my house. Whilst there she got to experience what I call December-morning breeze-atop-hill. I keep telling her it builds character, but then she starts singing the haunting native call of her California tribe. ‘It’s fucking freeeeeeeeeeeezing’ (I don’t have the dialect quite right yet). We then stopped by a 700-year-old pub in the Mendips and had a night down in Brean, where we arrived in time for this: The place I’m moving to is about ten metres behind the camera. If you’d like to read more about this trip, please consider supporting me on Patreon for just a few quid a month.: https://patreon.com/sammydee Love you loads, Sam xx
It's a real thing.
British drivers: the harder it rains, the faster they drive.
I've bought one of those garden incinerators. It looks like a quadriplegic version of The Tin Man from Wizard of Oz.
eel like you're in the Matrix every time you look at the calendar. 'But, wait, what the-' is my phrase of choice lately.