one of the many clocks chime and the house murmers in agreement.
the fire burning slowly, begins to gradually fade and the night lights create a path down the hallway.
creeping inside, content after a hearty meal and sufficient few bottles of wine, we giggle towards our bedrooms.
whispering stories of the night and plans for tomorrow, Charlie and I part our ways.
turning back the covers and ready for bed, I smile as a hot water bottle greets me.
new Irish family have a way of making you feel as if you belong...treated as one of their own.
a lie in for the morning, i rise to the smell of fresh coffee.
we watch the final of the aussie open like tiny children under heavy covers.
chattering incessantly... we even managed to have porridge in bed for breakfast.
no time restrains or deadlines our only rule for the weekend.
a road trip through the countryside,
another little pub meal and i feel like a small town woman.
despite the looming monday blues, we explore fields and little castles like we have no concerns.
only on the trivia playing train trip does our 'north hampton nothingness' seems like an exotic vacation.
we depart off the tube,
always sad to see another weekend end too quickly.
a weekend of winding down truly feels like a country retreat.
angela's irish home made bread,
vincent's lasagna with meat,
john's irish sayings and accent making me laugh
and charlies priceless companionship...
i imprint this moment in my mind,
reminding myself how blessed i am to be here and know this woman as my friend.
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