So, we’re in and it all feels a bit surreal! The walk to pre-school past fields, sheep and a few ponies. The need for wellies everywhere! The frost in the mornings and stars at night. The pheasants on the high street (well, we’ve seen one). The shops that don’t open for milk until breakfast is over (that definitely caught us erstwhile Londoners out!) We’re in rural South Gloucestershire and I can’t quite believe it.
Scrip has done brilliantly so far and baby D LOVES the tractors. While I’m still absorbing it all here’s a taste of life over the last few weeks. I’m all boxed out (and there are still 15 to go…)